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(a palmed psalm) .. make ….(take, fake) a joyful noise (snicker, scream, sing) …………..unto the Lord (the morning, the mourning, ………..this crazy rising sun.) ..
.. That sassy sun smiles again, and one stray vapor of pink -smoke hope curls around her heart. .. prompted by twiglets.
… That lemon yellow butter sun’s got a way of coming up again a way of filling my cup again a way of being enough (again) to remind me that the world’s gonna be alright again that the day is … Continue reading
.. i am a monument of broken. spill of sea salt, smudge of ink, pink eraser dust apricot sky. i lie in soft tones of intricate eggshell blue. i mourn no thing; these cracks are where the last long golden … Continue reading