Appalachian American Ennui
"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation." Khalil Gibran.
Thursday, February 2, 2023
The bridge to Samadhi, . . .
A window full of butterflies, My body in the morning, The sound of the rain on metal, A belly full of change, "just relax," rattled out the rain.
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