chromatic variations (I)

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it's not an exact resemblance, but the journey across the water acts as the wardrobe through which we pass to her always waiting arms; to the place where noise and walls are misplaced and replaced with music and sky. where time is relative in chromatic variations and the smile in her voice is heard through the elements changing in accordance with her mood. she is medicine of the natural kind and she fits me so well......
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upon the bridge we have crossed many times we sit resting. upon a connection between two points we stop to do more than look. it is here i think maybe you are at your most beautiful. here in the mid-afternoon sun like a god smiling down on his clear water stream with it's diamonds of light. it is here i long to weave the last rays of sun and wear them beneath my cloak of wolfskin to protect you in the line between darkness and light......
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i wish to shout a proclamation; that no one will hand you your life on a plate. i wish to always remain vulnerable and open to receive. i wish to live every word spoken. i wish to say "this is how we do things now". i wish to say there's always room to change our minds/direction. i wish to remember that the learning and the love is always.