She woke this morn to find her world had (seemingly) changed. and yet, her child was the same but for a day of age more; her toes still added to ten. her window looked out on the same scene; a day's less leaves on November's chilly trees. her morning cuppa still warm in her palm; refreshing on tongue and awakening in bones. She woke this morn to find her "heart in her throat" and seemed sincerely anxious and worried. but I say: "a heart in her throat"? Oh, good! Your voice will give voice to the Loving Choice- the spaketh times are nigh and a heartsong may sing; fluttering out in place of ire, of condemnation. A wisp of a warm whisper, her heart has found voice. Let's listen. She speaks. now soon again to us all... from her moving heart. -ShhDragon (for Michelle Lo.)
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