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Aug 2017
it comes gently
drifting in
speaking in whispers
shifting space

space in thoughts
now separating
clarity of intention
measured rhythm

rhythm in purpose
never unpaced
always on time
warming softly

softly unravelling
dormant knots
building up hope
comes gently

*before the rush
today it felt like spring
gears have  shifted
still a bit early but the move is on
Journey of Days
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Journey of Days  Australia
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