The Lovers - The Journey Inward
Oh yes, says my friend, I see it.
His long white hair tied into a bun, he smells of spices and marijuana and his old eyes are like two fox
Hello, dear one.
Welcome to my online writing home.
Please make yourself comfortable, get a cup of something nourishing, and stay awhile.
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Words are keys to doors we might even not know are there, tucked inside. If such doors open for you, bring them flowers and sing them a sweet song, maybe dance a little, and see where they lead you.
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With love,
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Francine.