Today I stood beneath the stormy sky, the wind blowing across indigo and ochre and pelting my cheeks with the snapping rain and I felt, beautifully inbetween, as if on the cusp of a new beginning; as if, for a moment, the transcendent reached through and called me by my name…only the wind swept the words away before I could hear them. I figure that means I need to keep my feet on the ground.
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