long long day. long long night. too hot to sleep. heart is aching for distant loved ones and i am missing something again. whether it was taken or given in good faith i remember not. just having a jonah/job kind of day. dancing trees on the panoramic canvas of memory, dreaming in my waking hours and dead quiet in sleep.
imaginal cells, methinks.
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p.s.-your prose, like the wind, employs the peace of gentle breezes that caress and the vehemence of raging storms...<3
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