November 13, 2015

An Immobile Time

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An immobile time not marked on clocks.

Between the waters of remembrance and sky of dreams, it is here where you are suspended with me, the only two beings in a blooming field of awakening.

You are familiar to me, and though I cannot find your face, your spirit is loud and leads me to a place where I am calm and unafraid.


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  1. mrscac2013 says:

    Thank you, Sarah, for giving me this lovely writing on my birthday! It’s just perfect! Carol A Castagna

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