Memories
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The Path of Shared Rhythm Every living thing moves with a rhythm that echoes through the land. When you match your breath to the world, you feel the pulse beneath all things. This is the first doorway to resonance with nature. Light brightened until the air felt energized. Renate kept her palm on the stone,…
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“That is why I write – to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.” Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept Recently, something caused a fundamental shift in my awareness of my conjured reality. I finally began acknowledging my time was short on this angry blue planet. In an…
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She could not hide from my intuitive power as I sensed she was no longer present, even when her body succumbed to orgasm and the fog of closeness and sweet words.
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I learned so long ago from an abandoned child whose life trajectory proved that if you believe in yourself, others will too.
Hyperion Sky 