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alights the night horizon. my daughter loves. I stretch to see. take flight. folded and created.
the way my heart feels as i walk through the old growth forest and think about what there is to lose.
when the words i fear to scrawl will rise and fall from my eyes into yours because i love you and i will hold no truth and tell no lie.
I bought a painting today. I commissioned the artist. I asked for something about freedom. He gave me nebulae.
never assume too much. even in the corporate arena with all its structure and ice, one can still find the kindred souls who wish to dance in the forest.
what i was born i was long. I am still long. and still shaping my days from the magician in my heart.
The honey thing was really strange. Together with the scarves, it was a truly unusual obsession. Aspen couldn't remember how or why it had begun but it was fierce.
Aspen's obsession had begun with plain versions but now involved many a pattern and texture. And then there was the honey...
I am.
He will dance for her to win her. He and so many millions of others. For the queen. How will his dance differ?
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