Driving down Maplewood Avenue, off to the right, just missing the windshield's blind spot, she thought she saw a swing sweep upward, a swing suspended from an unseen branch, its sight muffled by branches and leaves, the apogee a flickered flash in the afternoon's blaze. A rider not discerned: male or female, young or old. A white dress? Impossible to say. Too quick. The light turned green. The insistent beeping horn of the car in back.
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Saturday, August 22, 2020
swinger
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
the address of happiness
I am paraphrasing Thich Nhat Hanh here, who is paraphrasing the Buddha:
The address of happiness, the address of life, is -- wait for it --
No postage required, no return address needed, no addressee needed either, for that matter.
Pretty simple, eh?
So, see you at the corner of Here and Now Streets.
The address of happiness, the address of life, is -- wait for it --
HERE AND NOW.
No postage required, no return address needed, no addressee needed either, for that matter.
Pretty simple, eh?
So, see you at the corner of Here and Now Streets.
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