The day that I was moments away from over a year and half ago, caught a case of amnesia, and clawed my way back to, the long, painful, because pain builds character.
There will be one contestant, me. The rules will be made in the fly. And I will share what no other living soul has yet to whiteness. Not my stress collaborators, or occasional branch interlopers. Not those closest to me in the world. It’s a myth, a mirage, and today on collection creation day, it’s come to life. I officially turned into a pumpkin yesterday or the day before, so my heart felt appreciation to whoever put it on the calendar. This is not my best, the world opens up at the end, but it is the best I’ll do. Get out your memes, your jeers, and your beers. Within a fees, the contest begins. MRM -- - Mark http://about.me/markrmiller
