Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Vagabondism #281
281 The snow spreads its icy hands across the roof and waits. Then, when the warmth inside the house gives the signal, it slides off the roof, with a roar of joy, to the ground below, like children on their sleds.
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About Me
- DB
- I am an actor and broadcaster. I am grateful to have spent my life in the arts. Now I also write and paint. I am humbly trying to overcome selfishness, it's effects and regrets. I read history, philosophy, psychology and religion. My desire is to share what I have with the world while trying to make sense of a difficult life and enjoying the journey, no rituals, no rules, no summations.