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March 5th, 2012 · 0 comments

the sound of pre-dawn rain through an open bedroom window; limbs entangled, the rise-and-fall breathing of all my gentle creatures. here, these evenings thrumming with love, music swaying hips across the kitchen floor, my bare hands scented with lime and sweet orange, fresh herbs. a space full of heat and lighted things, kindness, long nighttime baths of milk & honey. dried rose petals. lavender buds.

the rhythm of my life, honest & soft around its edges. a life good and gentle and pure.

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