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سَلام

Sep 25

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Updated: Sep 25

Shaking off the stagnant energy, even through the hardest spells. Finding your stability as we swim upstream to spawn. Burning of the dry dusty litter scattered about my feet. Turning to the sun and charging my chloroplasts. There is a certain purification that you may turn yourself over to, if you’re brave enough to trust your natural intuition. I think I hit the spot, its been a long time out of whack. The purge is over. Tuning my sound to match my future self.

I will.

As we do.

On & on…

In rhythm

Anyways.

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