Sunday, August 7, 2011

An August Christmas

Sometimes the hardest solution is the one that sits on the edge of consciousness. It sits in plain view but just out of reach when one strives fervently to grasp it. It is like a single breath. Simple, yet elusive to those who pursue it with dogged persistance. Shall we not let life just be? To linger, evolve, create, metamorph to the solution that we so crave.

Perhaps a trip to Israel, a sidestep to Quebec, a parlay to Greece, will make that which we hold dear become a reality.

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