Standing in the flow, emerald clear chill.
I know in my mind and heart you are there, in your space.
I'm here visiting again. With honorable intensions. Only to grasp your spirit for a moment.
Then you'll free me to play in your home another day.
A sudden pull, then a furry of struggle. Your truth becomes my truth, to be free again.
Lower Yuba 12.20.09
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