Underneath our bloodlines ceaselessly abiding ~+~ Our temporary transition takes place ~+~ Knowing of a gentle midst may we be refined ~+~
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Reviews of "Twines in the seasand"
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on August 5, 2008
im running out of room in my skin on which to sew your words. . .. you say more in a nanobreath than some say in a life. ..
our skins though are so maligned, fleeting 'temporary'. ... i should be sewing them to my spirit, with gossamer ties that bind like he/art.st.rings.........
eye.opening in a existential way- ---
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I love that you put seasand in this write. Underneath my feet while walking at the beach, ceaseless waves abiding. A transitions takes place bringing me temporary peace. I am made pliant by the ocean.
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The world calls us to improve and promote ourselves. Is this
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our skins though are so maligned, fleeting 'temporary'. ... i should be sewing them to my spirit, with gossamer ties that bind like he/art.st.rings.........
eye.opening in a existential way- ---
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that we can emerge in a more cultivated state. Or something.
Be always safe,
Karen