Love, a New Moon, and Mirrors

It's 230a. I'm awake. Well, I just woke up. There's a storm blowing through East Austin. The wind is whipping; it's down pouring and thunder just rumbled. Living in an attic (studio) w a metal roof, storms and sleeping don't usually go together. So, I'm up. I read, but now my own words are floating through my head. So, I'm up - writing.

As you may know, my word for the year 2017 is love. (It was my word for 2016, too. Still working on it.)

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