you become waves inside waves of pleasure. waterfalls, endless streets beautiful trees even the bugs in the ground are treasure (you'll see) when you're around.
My dear poet---These bring tears to my eyes. Thank you for climbing back on board...even when the road seems so perilous, your poet's heart still needs expression. Thank you....
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My dear poet---These bring tears to my eyes. Thank you for climbing back on board...even when the road seems so perilous, your poet's heart still needs expression. Thank you....
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