always good fortune and sometimes better
{I asked the iching why I get blue over a certain something someone}
{{creation does have a sense of humor }}
nothing is blue quite like a red maple
THE MODERN POET'S I CHING
by Thom Williams
HEXAGRAM #57 - THE GENTLE, THE PENETRATING
MANIC OPPRESSION Kings come and go. Warriors die in bed dreaming bright battles. Lovers hurl themselves off frightening ledges. And quiet lives gather leaves The same way Today and tomorrow.
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