Between the waters of remembrance and sky of dreams, it is here where you are suspended with me, the only two beings in a blooming field of awakening.
You are familiar to me, and though I cannot find your face, your spirit is loud and leads me to a place where I am calm and unafraid.
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Where am I going?
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
An Immobile Time Not Marked On Clocks
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