slow is the path but we must move forward. transient moments. clipped, liquid.
relying on faith, like clay needing hands. shifting ground , ever moving sand ,nothing is permanent yet always finds grounding in spite of randomness.
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- jmo965
- open up rise to the heights, leave you floating in this light, covered by a lovers song for those blessed to live alone, senses wander thru open spaces, The soul seeks its resting place.
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