...like the soft, wild child soul that gets together bits of sounds and words, tears and sighs from the tips of waves and the crests of skies...and makes it poetry.
Today the moon was like that.
Today the moon was like that.
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Day 73 of 108
It was a very frustrating day. But if I keep my frustration aside for a little bit, I find it amazing how much of life's patterns repeat...
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