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The trails of burning Palo Santo cleanse me Of all that I no longer need But my soul’s light reflects off the smoke Cobwebs of curiosity create clouds Through which I cannot see —My ancestors remind me to rely not on sight, but feeling
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
Smoke, Fog, and Haze
The trails of burning Palo Santo cleanse me Of all that I no longer need But my soul’s light reflects off the smoke Cobwebs of curiosity create clouds Through which I cannot see —My ancestors remind me to rely not on sight, but feeling
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lizhck
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
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