Category: HIP SPIRIT, May 3, 2016

With a steaming mug of hot herbs, in my quiet enclave it is wisdom I seek.

Love can never be lost in translation.

Of course y’all know this!

My quiet enclave has become un-quiet with the sounds of our newest family member.

The heart looks past the rough exterior, the bloody outer form, with red splotches of pimply rashes, various swollen body parts and a light gold yellow skin. I find myself again expressing…..

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