If instead I was everything. Breathing in rhythm with chirping crickets. Stomach like the weather. Each star a window to the wide world below. The distant highway rings, coursing blood. A magpie makes plans. A coyote sings memories. Eroding joints, the clattering of fallen rocks. Limbs in the wind, skin leaves.
Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment 
waow. you made me see you change to Everything. no bloodiness at all. it is perfection, Kiah. and what a happy birthday it makes, mi amor. ¡buen provecho!
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Muchas gracias you gave me alla this, Mama oxox
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