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Oct 2013
I relish in the open, welcoming arms that greet me
upon my returns from inside the void

It feels good to be missed, in other words.

The knowing that getting what you give, replenishes Ochito's blistered spirit

Troublesome are the times, when have they not been?
However, this safety net is Ocho’s comfort
To know that the welcoming arms that brandish
the tenderest fruit available: Love, will be there for you at
the end of the day, no matter what

There’s no comparing.
Its no contest.  
The greatest treasure in all of the
land, is truly, friends and family
Ocho the Owl
Written by
Ocho the Owl  Santa Barbara
(Santa Barbara)   
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