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About Me
- mark
- after eighteen years in the colorado mountains of earth and stone, i've traded them for the new york mountains of glass and steel. not sure what god has for me here in the midst of auditions and catering but it's a new adventure and i can trust that new relationships, opportunities, and as yet unknown blessings lie ahead.
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Your blog entry brought to mind an apropos poem from Wendy Cope:
Bloody men are like bloody buses
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.
You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read the destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.
If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.
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