[MD] real time participance

[Marsha]

SA,

I painted a little birdhouse blue with a red roof.  In it now live two 
little wren and their babies.  They have a most beautiful song to sing.  I 
love to sit on the metal slider on my patio and listen as them sing.

I cannot say anything about myself that is true for more than a moment. 
Mars is fire.  And so a poem.  By Nietzsche:

Yes, I know from where I came!
Ever hungry like a flame,
I consume myself and glow.
Light grows all that I conceive,
Ashes everything I leave:
Flame I am assuredly.

Other than that, you mustn't pay close attention to what I write.  I often 
write to my story.



quiet for a while,

Marsha