Torn Pages
I see the throbbing bass and liquid windswept flute in colorful everyday accompaniments companions really helping guiding finding myself quite champed as I weave through parallel realms not commonly accessed by learned energy observing interacting always respectful as I understand these entities exist to expand my mind chasing swallowtail butterflies and the aliens among us dragonflies whose speed of acrobatic art can only be duplicated by beings from another dimension the reason my 30 mn hikes always become 2 hour soul journeys connecting with all I encounter some boring sad joyful recompense but none grumpy mean or uninhabitable
08/18/25
3:11am
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