i want it to have rose petals, like a river. butter, silk, a phenomenon. there is a way of longing when all things are in front if you. soft and historic, white walls cascade towards a clear blue abyss. turn the music on louder. places that are the sound of altruistic weavings, quiet and benevolent.
healing is wild tobacco and sage, sailing through storms, little lion mouths. have i considered the miracle. a shoreline is a common ground for two wildly different worlds.
we meander through the wind holding hot chocolate. i try to find my body’s etymology, through a soft path of desert plants. when i hold my daughter with the great expanse, meaning is holy and clear. love is our greatest freedom.
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