Maybe it’s my imagination. But it seems that I do my best
thinking. When I’m alone. Maybe that’s because. My imagination. Comes to the
forefront. To the surface. And then takes off. On flights of fancy. When I’m
with other people. I try to show respect. By
listening. So that I can find entries. Into their often strange worlds.
Which I find fascinating. Though I have to admit. I like my world. Best of all.
--Jim Broede
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