- There are things we don't speak of.
But inside is a landscape,
all the long hollows filled
with a rising restless ocean.
And the satellite
that conducts
its ebb and
tide is
you.
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all the long hollows
I like that.
It was when I paid it a visit.
Hello my sweet little witch. Hope you are feeling well.
Just be careful of which doors you open and don't leave yourself open for anything to get in. Wished someone would have told me this when I was a might bit younger. That's another story.
What's this what's this?
You are to be a paid writer?
CONGRATULATIONS!!! ^_^
Paid writer???
YAY!!!!!
That is fabulous. What is the work for?
I love when you write these. It feels like you're whispering gentle secrets as one falls asleep.
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