The morning wind spreads its fresh smell.
We must get up and take that in,
The wind that lets us live.
Breathe before it's gone.
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- Stuck at airport... Options:
- Do you feel safer?
- Why is Jenna wearing Condi's suit?
- System Failure
- Today's word of the day: subaltern
- Pulling a doll part
- More Collections from my Unconscious
- Morning thoughts from Rumi
- Remembering someone I never met
- Things you can buy at BWI
- Missing my grrrl cat
- Speaker Pelosi
- Are you sure it wasn't the Yes Men?
- One of my sheroes, still speaking her mind!
- Don't date him, grrrl
- Who needs gravitas when you have tits?
- Collections of my unconscious
- What a weekend
- If we're backing, up it's just to get a running start
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