Metaphor for 4/17/2013

We come here almost faceless like walking into a club where you know few of the members and become initiated into a world where the dance keeps changing, and we lean in one direction or another often bent by a wave pushing us out of our womb till we take hold of something within rooted in gold. ©Roseroberta

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