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Sometimes I think we're alone. Sometimes I think we're not. In either case, the thought is staggering. - buckminster fuller



here i stand, literally on the edge of the land, my back to the atlantic ocean. for now, i am alone, and it seems as if my tall, sturdy shadow can bear it all.

and i know that it can't. the sun will shift and the image will falter. the strong outline will blur, blending into other shadows, other lives.

today i am thank-full for all of the days that i have found solace, or spark, in this beautiful blogosphere. for the chance to cast my shadow out into the world, to share my *me-ness.* for the opportunity to blend with all of you.

happy thanksgiving!