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walking alone under the waning moon hot cup of tea held in blue mittened paws vast feet of snow covering muffling this earth nary a form in sight but one nice girl at the beginning of this night walking delight mind circles round to little itches of annoyance tiny troubles of minor proportions pondering nature hers and ours which emotions are off limits seems those that burst & explode in messy ways but dear fellow humans what is so uncomfortable about exploring your shadow side? my love my moon your shadows subtle & calm these walks with you create me fresh anew
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
past midnight.. tapping into the creative forces
walking alone under the waning moon hot cup of tea held in blue mittened paws vast feet of snow covering muffling this earth nary a form in sight but one nice girl at the beginning of this night walking delight mind circles round to little itches of annoyance tiny troubles of minor proportions pondering nature hers and ours which emotions are off limits seems those that burst & explode in messy ways but dear fellow humans what is so uncomfortable about exploring your shadow side? my love my moon your shadows subtle & calm these walks with you create me fresh anew
amiee
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
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