Warm Winter Blue ~ American Sentence – 34 of 108

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wisp slips crystal cloud mist
tree tips reach
tender spreading press into blue.

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American Sentence
January 4, 2018
Flagstaff, AZ

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Holly hails from an illustrious lineage of fortune tellers, yogis, folk healers, troubadours and poets of the fine and mystical arts. Shape-shifting Tantric Siren of the Lunar Mysteries, she surfs the ebbs and flows of the multiverse on the Pure Sound of Creation. Her alchemy is Sacred Folly — revolutionary transformation through Love, deep play, Beauty, and music.

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