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In an age where there is much talk
about "being yourself,"
I reserve to myself the right
to forget about being myself,
since in any case
there is very little chance
of my being anybody else.
Thomas Merton
"Day of a Stranger,"
Thomas Merton Reader, p. 431
being myself
writing my own
haiku
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I have been enjoying a stroll through your work. We live in a house that long ago was reconstructed after an earthquake, also lived through one in Vancouver in a tall hotel that swayed so my bed rolled. Not for the faint of heart. Let us hope the next year is better. Fran
ReplyDeleteDear Fran,
ReplyDeleteI sure hope every next day is better than this one ...
all the best to you!
Gabi