(…because we’re all still children sometimes … frenzied… exhausted… in stubborn rebellion against that old human need for Rest…)
Blown snow.
White, not yet wet —
sifted sugar.
Airspun, storm-sung:
it beds down gentle,
tucks the lawn in tight,
settling over the branches
like a soft hand on a forearm:
Hush…
Rest now.
Just be.
ā¤
ASHLEY WILSON FELLERS 
needed to hear this, thanks.
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Thank you, friend. Iām glad. Rest to you today. š
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Are you left-handed
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Right (although Iām sibling to a lefty, and married to one, too). Why do you ask?
And you? š
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I asked because of the direction of movement in the video. I’m right, married to a lefty, too. One son is a lefty, although right to some extent.
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So interesting, especially re: your son! I’ve always thought it fascinating to know some folks are ambidextrous, or could be at least, with a little neurological training. There must be some kind of genius in that. š
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Thank you for the sudden memory of an old French song. Juste quelques flocons qui tombent? Hmmm. Lemme see if it is on the air. Here it is. Very French. š A bit “flat”:
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(Listening back to it, I realize that song is 50 years old… From 67… When did someone press the speed up button?) š
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