Anticipating once more the deep nourishment of the Sisters Hope crucible. Of exploring the poetic self, and tenderly meeting others. This is where the gaze softens and patience elongates like an shadow. Letting go. Being. Watching. Waiting. And suddenly stepping forth. In time. In body. In presence.
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