This Crimson Rainy Day Friend
Especially its birdsong prodding me to connect with a more intimate expression of myself through this sweet tune of this change of season.
Especially its birdsong prodding me to connect with a more intimate expression of myself through this sweet tune of this change of season.
And their mastery in the waning light.
Because where there’s cascading water, goddesses gather and keep to their sacred cadence.
Just the right canvass for forming snow angels.
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For catching my breath as all the light of the rising sun crescendos around me.
and how we get there.
Can you see it?
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