today at the beach i met an old man. we began talking about trash and the amazon. we spoke eye to eye.
after some time, he told me there is a little blue butterfly right in my heart center. i told him i have a dead blue butterfly in a keepsake frame at home. he said there is a reason for it.
now i am walking around with an agate in my left sock and a rose quartz in my right, and i'm feeling pretty numb, pretty tired, kind of foolish. i see the sacred in this life. within me. within each cell a universe.
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cuba
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we are creatures of air, our roots in dreams and clouds, reborn in flight.
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