February 1, 2006
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Without the opportunity to write on xanga, I would never have noticed the interesting rhythm of many people on a weekday morning, crisscrossing paths as they headed to meetings, balancing laptops under one arm, and recycled-fiber sleeved cups in the other, clicking, beeping and sipping their caffeinated beverages.
I xanga to find poetry in seemingly plain reality, to stop and smell the roses.
smallyetfierce 1.10.2006
Comments (14)
wow
well said
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You know….I’ve never put it in words like that but it’s exactly the same for me…just you know, in different words.
..wow. Never really thought about it that way. But now that you mention it… it’s true. There’s a rhythm to life. :)
amen sister…
yep yep
Wow. That’s really an interesting perception. (:
Maybe its fear that stops us from slowing down to smell roses and enjoy life; if we slow down then a threat of lacking successfulness might strike.
Amen! Huzzah for xanga!
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Very poetic.
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Interesting thought…
heyyyy….i never really thought of it that way…
~taffie
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