Dangerous Compassions


Ming is hiking.  Said something about Mt Charleston.  I have fans blowing on me.  Listening to mantras.  Eating veggie sausage.  Drinking delicious juice.

We are housesitting, watering the plants of some friends as they are in California at the beach.  But we didn’t sleep there last night.  There are no animals.

Tonight’s our friend Vera’s concert.  She might sing my favorite song, “Citizens of the World.”

Yesterday we bought cherries, strawberries, small avocados.  Strawberries are always a gamble, here in Las Vegas.  I prefer them in my homeland.  But sometimes you gotta try.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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