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She wakes to cotton candy sky,
…………..indigo silver mirror spill, stills
………………..her small heart
……………..with wave, and psalms.
With steaming cup filled
……and time enough,
…………………….she spills her words
to a woodpecker’s song.
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Last day in Tahoe.
Lost track of time and forgot to honor my Trifectan heritage yesterday with a 33.
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She wakes to cotton candy sky… love
Well, it’s a very good 33! I’m so glad you got a chance to lose track of time. Though I’m sad it’s your last day.
“indigo silver mirror spill” and that woodpecker – nice touches!