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Peace, what is it? Peace, where is it?
Found sitting on the corner block of yesterday's memories. Ocean water rapid moves of thoughts that say much of nothing. The sun can only shine when the sky is blue, really? So it goes to say that underneath the stones of faces marked with dispare, marked with the etchings of time lost. Peace, found it in the middle of the rain soaked filters of urban bliss. Inside that passion is the peace twisted with north winds blowing south. Stretching upwa
Be still! "pop" the comb connects with my small fingers in an attempt to keep my hands from getting burned by the prssing comb. Long, thick, black hair and I hated Saturdays. This day represented hair day in the house. You see momma did not spend money on things she could do herself. This is the day momma got us back for all the wrong we had done during the week, I am sure of it. Smoke, heat, and the constent sizzle of that pressing comb connecting with my hair and vaseline. Looking back on