a new autumn birthed by the new moon, bathed by the thunderstorms of a final dying heat. the maternal season arrives with a low, bloody ache of the womb, the red field, the dan tien, radiant with fire and seat of meditative action. we receive the equinox as chronometry and eternal return. the intact expanse of ecstatic time, unmeasured and
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however, i am indeed around, and alive. :) most of my time is devoted to tasks of self-care and safety/survival. but there is joy alongside, through, and beyond the difficulty.
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Have a great birthday.
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there's still a week to go, but perhaps i could be justified in early celebration, by your prompting. :)
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<3 <3 <3
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all my love to you, to envelop you and your lovely new home.
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I would love it if you would add me. I'm a writer, too.
Thanks!
~ Vinakti
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