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Jul 13
The pilgrimage, across the rocks,
along the shore,
they walk with solace.

Twilight stretches long limbs as they waltz in a line to the edge of the world,

gazing into the depths of the waters to see whatever it is they have come for.

Then the sun slips down and stars make a path for them back to that place of beginnings.
07.11.24
Grace
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Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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