A little boy told his mother, "Mommy, I burped out of my bum."
He didn't know the word fart, we are told as we laugh and look in on the little boy sleeping in his car seat. Burped out of his bum, brilliant, little boy, brilliant.
Writing is one way to connect with Spirit. Therefore, for me, it has become less of a production and more of a messy correspondence.
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