the river of life
a mystery at every turn
yet always this familiar
sense of being...
as if attached
to a cord
eye
can not
label
with
zeros
&
ones
™Deyja of the omens™
It is the weave, my Friend, it is the weave. We weave, we weave, we weave until our story is told.
Blessings~
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It is the weave, my Friend, it is the weave. We weave, we weave, we weave until our story is told.
Blessings~
Comments are closed.