Dirty kids , phat kids , train kids , lost kids ... all are welcome home at my fire . Now , where was I ? Oh, ya !! Getting firewood . Growing corn . Grinding flour . Greasing a skjillet . Then I may rest , seeing it's all been done mysteriously with a laugh . Please , do come around . We are alive with down in the dirt sanctity .
i haven't seen that family for a couple years . i camped next to them at an Ocala gathering once , and we became aquainted . i am their friend .
the Ocala gathering is always in the Ocala National Forest and begins on Valentines Day , dear Lovers . it's a dance in the Sugar Sand ... follow a child to the center and all's well .
