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