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Jul 2018
solace can be found in many sacred spaces, taken from the everyday & poured out as a libation before ourselves. she is her own goddess, daily met in the mists of morning prayers, trailing like smoke to the high heavens. the pearly gates are stained after millenia of soot and pollution.
reflecting upon the idea of prayer as medicine, as love, as yearning & fulfilling one's needs.
Written by
liz  20/ba sing se
(20/ba sing se)   
     ---, laura, Patty P and Moon Woman
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