Wings

[inorganickisses]

I have my two forearms sitting out in front of me, inside facing up and open in a relaxed settling. Sensitive they are to touch at the moment, yet they are wanting embrace ... soft, gentle, kind. I hear a cricket chirping outside the window, and the night's air is warm and damp

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Metamorphosis

[ancient_arcane]

We all have steps of Awakening, my Dear.

And sometimes these steps can be painful.

But, in the end, it is worth it.

Hugs,

Arcane