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Sat on a boulder, smothered in mellow. Reflecting back into the beginning seasons how much has changed. I wonder with deep yearning, how the all has changed within you. Without your presence I currently sit deepened in my heart. Tears glisten. Shedding light beyond the darkness of my grief. Sat
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I long to feel your arms wrapped around me deep within your safety. To feel the firm softness of your embrace once more. I long to feel your deep, passionate, intentional kisses. I long to hear your voice, a vibrancy that soothes my nervous system. The power to soothe my
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My relations have felt revolutionized internally. Projective, rather frank. I can hear the stillness of the Earth. I speak out to commune with source, only to be met with the silence of my own sputes. The wind siezes to speak. I too shall sit in silence. I walk deeper within
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Come away with me on the path never traveled by. To awaken the stars, birth a new timeline. If there is anyone I feel safe getting lost with. It's with you, in a reality we often get lost in. A cunning huntress, with a keen eye of her
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Here in the woods, I remain closer. A realignment. Calibration of the path I walk, called by the highest to steer direction. The air elements I possess must also sway and dance to bless activation and transformation. Changing alongside the seasons of life. To allow space for my life force
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The season is in transition, my dear. Old identities no longer serving my becoming. A blossom of sovereignty sparks internally. I pack my belongings, I release circled patterns that kept me confined from my expression, my design. An expired narrative I journey off to rewrite. May we cross paths high
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Journey to the Creekside, where the waters run free. The soothing resonance of the shallow rock stream, allow my mind and body to be. Not a one but my own projection, No one to entertain but me. Singing aloud songs of love, Singing out joyfully. Singing out to our trees,
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Divine gentle whispers we speak enlighten my senses. Through our intention, our highest mission, inviting me into your blueprint and lessons. Enchanting me with delight, Enchanting me with pleasure. A tension left unspoken beyond the unknown. Exceeding lifetimes, you will always be my infinite treasure. Our tribe will unite us
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Many speak of divine, many feel its divinity. Take two combined, create the power of trinity. You will find me when I courageously stand in my light. Serving humanity through my own experience and insight. You will find me radiated in my authentic true nature. Learning, exploring, being creative, fruitful
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You are a vivid rose, my dear. The softest silk skin, inviting desire into your reality. A sensation unmatched. Vibrations of unpredictability. Petal by petal, remembering in those moments of darkness the qualities that make up your feminine nature my dear. Insights that generate blessings for others. Drifting into your
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You’ve been so patient, my dear. So quiet, so still, humbled waiting for the lessons to be revealed and learned. Gently, peeling back each unfolding. Evolving your consciousness. Expanding your heart. Sitting with grief. Exploring your pleasure. Sharing your expression of nature. Yet, there is continued desire to seek.