Daily Report Number 8
Bob take nap. Wake-up Bob! Put nap back Bob. Time’s cliché is fast. Your life has but one past. Bob sit in chair. Bob chair go round and round. Don’t fall down dizzy Bob! You choose to live each day on its own. You never return to the start. Penguins! Bob found penguins! Oh! Look at the penguins! The words wash over you like healing waters from deep below. But you are still unable to find the well from which your life flows. Penguins! Bob like penguins.
The Rusty Sage Brush is a metaphorical dancing in the rain. A blog about life, thought, pointing at the water and discovering how to not take oneself too seriously while learning how to embrace each moment with childlike joy.
Wednesday, July 17, 2024
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