Hudson Valley Astrologer

I wish that I had something significant to say and could write about it each day. Not to add to the noise and chatter that come and go like a murder of crows that roost atop my black-walnut trees, but more like a snowplow in the dead of night, clearing away the pure crystalline fallen thoughts of yesteryear, making way for something new; something original. Instead of nostalgia, how about something useful, like a garbage truck circling the neighborhood before sunrise to take all the garbage away? Why? Because I refuse to hold on to the past.

HVA

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