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Mar 2019
She calls to me
to come and witness
her dance with the moon.

She calls to me
to come and feel
her healing touch.

She calls to me
to come and surrender to
her warm embrace.

She calls to me
to return to
her safe and nourishing womb.

She calls to me
to begin again in
her loving presence.
Longing for the sea...
Emma Ely
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Emma Ely  24/F/Denver
(24/F/Denver)   
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