In the small hallway behind the kitchen
we lean in prepare a place of merging matter and faith deep we breathe in the sacred and the ordinary wounded healers inebriated in one breath enlaced .
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Crossing my fingers trace his firstborn’s name and figure-eights in moonlit mirrors as bright eyes face unbroken suns and all that waits beyond the bounty of the river cs moon 2013
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