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B is for Fleetwood Mac

This morning I said to God - "show me how to let go of everybody. friends, aggravations, the girl [chuckle], et al". The answer [seemed to come from]: Fleetwood Mac.



Thunder only happens when its raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say... women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... you'll know.

I wanted to cry. I felt like... it's over. it's finally over.

So here's to God, Mysterious Ways and Fleetwood Mac

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  1. BriJuly 15, 2009 at 11:16 AM

    I need a little bit of that rain too. Letting go is a difficult thing and even more difficult is knowing who, what and how much to let go.

    Tears are good sometimes. But I hope yours have stopped now.

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  2. tracy jJuly 16, 2009 at 9:47 AM

    i think the need is to become a leaf
    a leaf in a live watercourse
    just... unconcerned, unaffected with whoever and whatever yes.
    if a rock is blocking my way, the live water course will just push me [the leaf] over it.

    takes too much out of me to figure out humanity

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