Milk

These last few weeks, I was having tooth trouble that mysteriously came and went.

I try not to let myself get dark over my teeth — they are not responsible for the shadowy parts of my history (though it seems they have paid).

This is an image I photographed a few years ago. It reminds me of tooth mysteries and milk.

photo © Holly Troy

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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

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