Five things I want

  1. Careless days. A string of them, like a pearl neckless around my neck, to chew and ponder and pat against my chest.
  2. Movement of muscles, especially the ones that make crevices as the contract and relax. It is these nooks and crannies where I discovery actually means something to me.
  3. Bombardment of imagination. Ideas sprouting from eveything, from children to flowers to rain drops.
  4. Enemies with pizzaz and humor. The ones the run the red lights of decorum, the ones that snarl traffic for your friends who talk about the same damn things, that slow everyone down.
  5. An understanding of the Inuit language, the language of nature, illumination, love, the language of Back to Basics.

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