Beauty in this Time of Death
Not I’ll-conceived, nor unfortunate. Almost celebratory. Also not. The deep dark basement beckons. Awkward sticky sludge – once you step in it, there is no escape. Ironically, these same phenomena grease the openings back to renewal. Your lessons, your particulars. No Yin equals no Yang. Month 11 of 12. The theme being, death. Let’s not …
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