Saturday, June 18, 2011

Networking and making connections was always good...


The crystal sun catches hanging from the ceiling and in front of every surface in the shop rattled and clinked together as the force of the tiny woman in the power scooter disrupted the flow of natural energies in the narrow college-town New Age storefront. After a bit, the space grew used to have the blue-haired lady with the fixed look, hunched shoulders and practically moltent aura, and the chattering crystal stopped. The room grew still, and Win stopped her attempts to putter with the tea jars and nodded to the force of nature that had rolled into her store.

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