True Story – Southern (AZ) Hospitality

I wave hello to my neighbor.
She has a visitor in her studio.
Visitor says,”You look familiar, do I know you?”
“My name is Holly.”
“My name is (I forget her name).”
Visitor postures, hands on hips, gives me the once over.
“Holly what?”
“Holly Troy”
“No . . . I don’t know you.”

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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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