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Thursday, November 13, 2014

As the sky gently weeps...

I breath deeply, big sigh, as I let the drops wash away the thoughts, anxiety, pain....slowly the breath of mother swirls, blows, deep within, the need to howl....scream the primordial howl...I AM, I AM NO MORE...TIME TO LET GO

Then the sun broke out....yes!

Alive and well,
Dancing on the volcano,

What are you doing?

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