Friday, April 19, 2013

Playing for change: Shelter

Seated at the window rain drips off the rain fly, makes a rhythm on the edges where the fly is not big enough. Inside, I am sheltered, warm enough and glad enough to recognize I have all I need. What I want? Somewhere at the edge there is a rhythm of rain ... what it say? "Playing for change," maybe that's what it say.

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