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“When you laugh you ought to laugh heartily it has to bubble and spew out of your heart. It has to glow from the deepest part of your being. That glow itself will heal you” she said, pretzel legged on the Moroccan mat like a monk…
We are seafarers, on oak bark rafts
Voyaging away to the end of the world
The mystic line where the sun sets sail.
You linger on me
like a good perfume
on a hot summers day.