Seems like yesterday
I was poaching in my skin.
First snow now falling.
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Showing posts with label Emerald Gypsy. Show all posts
my two stent's worth
Had a heart attack,
a week ago last Tuesday.
Five in the morning.
Awoke from deep sleep.
Tightening vise cramps my chest.
Pain I can’t ignore.
This won’t go away!
Not too many years ago,
I’d be dead and gone.
Quick ambulance trip;
some catheterization;
live another day.
I wake and hear birds.
Each day, a profound surprise
that I am still here.
It’s clear to me now,
that I may not get another chance
to follow my bliss.
Most thought me crazy.
Old motorhome through eBay!?
All but the artists.
Self-recognition!
Self-recreation? More like:
Self-reclamation.
New chapter begins.
Origami-On-The-Go!
Emerald Gypsy.
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a week ago last Tuesday.
Five in the morning.
Awoke from deep sleep.
Tightening vise cramps my chest.
Pain I can’t ignore.
This won’t go away!
Not too many years ago,
I’d be dead and gone.
Quick ambulance trip;
some catheterization;
live another day.
I wake and hear birds.
Each day, a profound surprise
that I am still here.
It’s clear to me now,
that I may not get another chance
to follow my bliss.
Most thought me crazy.
Old motorhome through eBay!?
All but the artists.
Self-recognition!
Self-recreation? More like:
Self-reclamation.
New chapter begins.
Origami-On-The-Go!
Emerald Gypsy.
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Emerald Gypsy
Emerald Gypsy.New home / office on wheels.
My future awaits.
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The Emerald Gypsy is a 1949 Ford F5, Wayne body schoolbus
motorhome conversion (a "skoolie")
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