Sometimes stories of our soul need a place to sit.
I guess I should introduce myself...
( A Echaristeo Practice )
One thousand words.
I'm rather envious of the way the wind dances with each blade of grass, never staying too little or too long. Lingering is sometimes a tricky business. It's best to do when you've packed snacks.
"The moon is so heavy and ripe tonight, I could reach up and pull it down and put it in a fruit bowl."
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