I love your poetry. And your soul. Bagman, of course, loves (delete delete delete).
~ Now, there's a place ~
the sound of white
This Is Just TwistedAcross space, acrosstime, it's still hazy like that,the inside long viewof the deepest truth.I fell timelessly at speed,would die on impactif it were solidinstead of the bright goldenhaze on the meadow.Haze on the meadow,something about corn goes here,elephant's eye too.
You are so amazing. I am happy that you won the bracelet.I am just looking at your painting Dreaming 1. WOW.Michelle, amazing.Love Renee xoxo
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