Two gardenias for you...
It has been a strange few weeks in great empty spaces of my head. Tornadoes followed by extraordinary calms, ever wondering when the true storm will hit. I am on guard, boarded, taped and signed, my body in wait for something that I can't quite tap in to. And so my corporeal being submitting to a measly early season cold, despite my stubbornness against it.
Something is going on...
There has been music and tension and hurt feelings and exquisite clarity.
I love when my friends surprise me with poetry and understanding and wisdom.
I love acting in accordance with my conscience.
I love travelers.
I love the idea of love.
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