tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830562214130160411.post1087296159120182591..comments2023-10-26T05:03:54.584-06:00Comments on Poet Shoes: Morning Bus to TaviraGerald Hillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05252429320186782729noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830562214130160411.post-13255549181687745002014-04-02T10:53:56.288-06:002014-04-02T10:53:56.288-06:00Beautiful! Thanks, Brenda.Beautiful! Thanks, Brenda.Gerald Hillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05252429320186782729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830562214130160411.post-78193025533914463642014-04-02T10:42:48.713-06:002014-04-02T10:42:48.713-06:00To think any place is easily known is beyond me. T...To think any place is easily known is beyond me. To think a place can ever be known is beyond me as well. Perhaps I was born geographically upset, and geographically upsetting for that matter, and aren't we all, what with all that traveling happening in our veins and arteries and nerves and guts and what have you as we move through time and space from here to there or not. What a mysterious journey, a coursing into the unknown, no matter where we are. Here, I raise my cup! There, my cup is, no static vessel, as it, and every process that raised it, now journeys with you and whoever else reads this. Cheers! Brenda Schmidthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03576550905189206215noreply@blogger.com