San Francisco this morning is sky and sun and early morning families pushing babies in wagons. A rare sky day, ripe with potential and high on coffee I window shop and dream of new boots made of soft camel colored leather and a haircut with bangs and being snapped up by a roving philanthropist. Fall in the city does that, makes me dream of possibility.Yesterday I learned something. I get to chose to not allow how people speak to me to be a reflection of myself. I am not a victim of words; I am a survivor of myself.
I am on the prowl in search of stimulation: Solitude is sacred. Pressure makes me shake a late fall leaf on a naked limb waiting for the gust of wind that will loose me.
Structural parameters, clear definable limits, and at least two contingency plans that's how I roll out through days of introspection. It is time for action.
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Will a roving philander suffice?
Of course. I am fond of roves in general.
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