Two Windblown Beings

On our last Sunday hike, I was met with a warm breeze, and for just a moment, it brought with it a memory of being a dusty girl who was innocent, wild, and free.

A Body that Transcends

Her body holds secrets that I can only hear if I sink into the liquid, and let her draw me near, as her ancient wisdom soothes, washes, and transcends time, thought, and truths. In the murkiness, I suspend my frame and my beliefs about what is and what should be and simply allow her body …

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