“With winds on early mornings rains come and calms eager feet which want to run. Rather than rushing about into passion, I sit calmly into the silky mystic haze that slips through fern laden hills. Breathing in clouds, breathing out mists, green dewdrops cast spectrum rainbows on clear shimmering surfaced orb. Fingertips delicately touch this precious gold, it slips from form out of sight out of sensation and into deep knowing who is behind these eyes that see. All in continuity”



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