Even we are odd.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 7, 2020, in Guff and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Though we may pair up like odd socks when laundry’s overdue, so true that no two of us exactly match, no two alike, thus even paired each remains odd …


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