http://mosaicmuse.wordpress.com Random Moments of Clarity Thu, 03 Sep 2009 12:28:57 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.com/ http://s2.wp.com/i/buttonw-com.png http://mosaicmuse.wordpress.com http://mosaicmuse.wordpress.com/2009/09/03/walking/ http://mosaicmuse.wordpress.com/2009/09/03/walking/#comments Thu, 03 Sep 2009 12:28:57 +0000 Sarah Joyce Bryant http://mosaicmuse.wordpress.com/2009/09/03/walking/ ]]> Walking is the bloodletting of the dark contents of my brain onto the pavement where they stay safe & secure as I move forward into the day.

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