Music for the heart, mind, and spirit...

I was looking at the top of my head.  My hair was shaved all the way around and growing out of the top of my head were nappy locks of hair.  Andy was there with me and I was commenting that it didn’t seem healthy and that I needed to clean it up.  There were small buds growing on the ends of the locks and I was picking them off.  I didn’t know what they were but I wondered what they would bloom into.  My intention was to pick them off and comb out the locks so they were smooth and healthy.  I turned around and behind me hanging on a clothes line was my old army backpack.  I was trying to put something into it but I was having a hard time finding the opening to the backpack main pocket.

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