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The Adventures Of Zuzu Zombie, Undead Detective

Sunday, February 8, 2009

break time

Today, I stayed home from church. It was quiet. Got some laundry done. Opened up a window for the tropical 40 degree breeze. Heard birds sing for the first time in a long time. Took a breath...

Did I hear the voice of God, angels singing on high, all my problems float away on the air? No, but I did clear my head a bit. For now, that will do.


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