We are busy little stardusts I fear the answer is deep inside a finger-string game and that we’ve been bamboozled by misdirection of naughty birds who show us rings and found words so we’re carried away into a beautiful and deadly chaos. I think we forgot who we are. Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
