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Tether
Slowly untethering myself from things of a worldly nature.
The quiet is not what we think,
She comes in peace, offering that which money cannot buy
So we must pay her in kind by extending ourselves into the ether,
Reaching out for the familiar hand of our wholeness
Our oneness refuses to show itself in a fog of self loathing
But can only be found when we unburden ourselves from...
Sunday 23rd February 2025 5:35 pm
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