gushing river over stones over toes and into soul therapy through medicine that’s wild-grown respite in my appalachian home
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jordan lockaby
- Nov 20, 2019
under the marbled May moon spring peepers holler from the tree line the scent of vetiver on my hair respirating grass beneath my palms i am alone, and aloneness is a gift sacred time meant for communion with the divine
- Nov 19, 2019
like all my favorite romances flirting, no expectations and reciprocity you seeking me as i stumbled onto the path of you surprised i find myself in a budding new love affair with the transcendent
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