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Remembering my cousin.
How can it be?
When it is not natural.
Not this way,
from the blind side.
How can it be?
Order?
When it is out of order,
out of the ordinary,
extra ordinary.
You oxymoron,
natural order.
How can it be?
© Natural Order 07.11.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Findlay’s spirit (Photo credit: beccaplusmolly)
Worldly Winds 
The questioning in life never ends x
So very true 🙂
Blessings. Peace. Questions are never ‘ordinary,’ because the answers are always extraordinary.
So very true 🙂