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elevator chatter. makes me think about how I am supposed to have an elevator pitch ... tell someone what I do in the time it would take for an elevator ride ... 

 

 

grateful that the hotel coffee is decent. 

 

 

sitting among indoor tree branches, drinking tea, with a kindred heart. 

 

 

these are drops that ripple back to me with reminders that I am not alone. 

 

 

I think I believe that these are heart connections formed before time as we know it. 

 

 

when my energy drains, it drains fast. 

 

 

and for all I think I'll do in my quiet moments, I get distracted by nothing that will necessarily move me forward

 

 

the evening hours are tinged with music and wrangling words