These trees
-emissaries of the woods-
heavy with snow and frost
bend in gentle inclination toward protection...
an embracement
and receiving of all
who travel through
.....in beauty.
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| Willa so tiny |
I'm helpless but to allow my soul to be split open wide and to drink of all that I see and feel in a place like this. This beauty, varying and shifting in its sameness as we fly through it with hearts beating hard, breath coming cold, warm, cold, warm, bodies moving in power.... I can't get enough of this indigo world! What an inebriant!
