chiseled into the hillside, the celebration of a spring
with metal, with rock, and shadow and light
then water, its temperature, its density
volumes sinkingfloatingbreathing and I
awakened to my skin, to stories and memories
back in my skin and said a silent prayer in the room of gold shadows
quietly, unexpectedly, in thanks from every pore in my being.
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stolen iphone pics from the beginnings of the inside
wanderings + wonderings 