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.. murmur me something in hungry ear; some -(n)ation of flock, and flight. some just-right square for be -ginnings. of significant light. twinkle in some small spin of silence. some mirth of mind. somewhere to find myself steeped in ink-sanity … Continue reading
… We’re keeping secrets again – under our hats, beneath our skin, between these dot-to-dot stars. The sky’s a sigh of boundless deep, a place to chalk our whispers and our want. A haunt of hope. .. twiglets #60 … Continue reading
… , we begin with praise and prayer and a parade of midnight kisses and we ask our selves (those future folk, those wandered wisdom souls dangling their toes off the edge of the world) questions only the stars can … Continue reading
…. twinkled lights making wishing stars of every ………..-day things. ..
… Struck, we recruit that most madly moon ….(magnetic in her cloudy sway) to deem us worthy of our carbon, our base, our centers, our side -real longings. She’s a powdered compact, a mask we choose to pull from … Continue reading