We! Dance with the vivacity of life and a together dilution of twice-folk-united. Together! We dance to those universal tunes, no severity push or pull and for moments we; liberated of suspicious fear, sparkle.
Celestial positions at birth. Flashes before and moments afterward; animations, are offered below the skies. “We dream of the briny. We listen to the whale singsong our mothers into necessitous slumber. Giants also singsong the warming of our blood-self ‘til we welcome non-fear and Love.”
Walked! Now moving in mind follow? Consider the whispers of vapor and the melody of singsong choir below the line where see meets sea and sky rises above a long-forgotten shimmer of water extending beyond eye’s perception. We have walked upon the salty waves of the dead sea pushing melody’s path into the mists and vapors of another genesis. Little matters that we exist. Less; now, that we are almost gone…
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