For endless measures, love is the motivator.
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May 22, 2023
It is May; there is a dew in the air. The days are warm to the touch, and the nights inhibit a smoldering chill.
A breath is taken as the sun rises on what appears to be the bones of love’s skeleton. Is it a fright or a gasp for the bitter release of all premonitions and a vision of the now, for one day it will be the vision of souls past?
For endless measures, love is the motivator.
-Penny