tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001591468886819727.post8238883043060243797..comments2024-01-02T07:27:29.473-08:00Comments on ribbons publications: a mountain of memories...ribbonspublications(at)gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16009615507952876736noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001591468886819727.post-42832796951719397312007-06-06T10:54:00.000-07:002007-06-06T10:54:00.000-07:00I only slept for about three hours that night, som...I only slept for about three hours that night, somewhere between the hours of 5 and 8 of the morning. My dreams were fitful and fractured- you know, sleeping outdoors in the mountain air- and as I struggled toward the surface of conciousness my dream dissolved into a questioning mantra that kept repeating, sort of escorting me to waking. What is Beauty? What is Truth? was all it said. over and over. <BR/><BR/>It's true. I swear.<BR/>I cant' thank everyone enough for being there. And I can't be grateful enough for There being there as well.<BR/>love,<BR/>Abbyg.Abbyghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13460775330886717896noreply@blogger.com