we traveled, on invitation, to another paradise
warmth, ease, community
new friends, old.
deciding, siding with returning when it is more pleasant...
long and short distances traveled, transversed;
cross town traffic;
high cliffs, open water, like a womb
we rebirth ourselves every day, strength of heart, risking enough to love and to feel, to be defeated, or celebrated
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we are creatures of air, our roots in dreams and clouds, reborn in flight.
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