When I’m away too long, wild comes to look for me. Shows up unexpectedly, like the coyote who found the muffins I’d crumbled for…
I’ll travel alone if I have to. Through the cold and sweat as well as the blood and tears.
She appears pretty and others adore what they know about her.
Though we’ve not won I’m sure of profit.
Black bird falling from a silver cloud ~~~ rising and falling like a baby’s breath and I am one with him in flight; I feel him move me. Far from…
On suffering — Maltese are rarely mistaken.They rack-back out of wars and what itWas to endure human form…
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