

MeThe earth is in our blood, It is what we are made of; can we deny our substance.Me
Or ignore what is buried beneath the dust and ash.
Serendipitous chorus of creation Limicking our feels and actions. Take off your shoes and socks! Walk bare foot upon terra firma of your soul. Stoop and smell the rough brown clay of your skin as it slips through your fingers; the grains of time slipping away before your eyes. Feel the rhythm of your heart in the fumbling of the wind. Twirling and wiping up a storm, or as soothing as a cool summer breeze. The earth is our kin, It is what we are made of; can


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You live on the north side of Pluto; the space between heaven and hell. Just beyond the imagination of man; the Mano second between night and day. Around the corner from the almighty one; you take away the life of the fool up the road past the washed out bridge; the refuse of shattered dreams and ambitions
| ~DynV |
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Fier membre de *francophones & ~quebec !
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Fier membre de *francophones & ~quebec !
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The words of a man are like deep waters; the foundation of life is in a kind word.
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