Today, I wrap myself in my own cocoon,
traveling my own path of ideas and tasks,
mundane and grand, flitting from one
to the next, letting the whole
system spin, like the cultivation
of a pearl, or the poaching of an egg, swirling
around a nucleus, long strands wrapping
to form a whole.
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Sundays are like that for me too!
EMZ
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