Peeps.

You had no idea that I literally meant peeps now, did you? Well, I did.

Found outside of yoga, by the flower pot/trash can. I have the slash in there because it is literally both — a trash can turned flower pot, turned back into a trash can trying to remain a flower pot by moi.

That’s right, me against the authorti. It’s working out great, thanks.

I really do love the clever humor of The People … reminding me that my peeps are never ever far away. That it’s only me who might, at times, block their loving presence and helpful energies.

Power to the peeps, yo.

 

 

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