At the Sprouts Parking Lot ~ American Sentence Day 91 of 108

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accordion waft
warm breeze
a dream, a movie, another country

~ ~ ~ ~

June 9, 2019
Flagstaff, Arizona

American Sentence

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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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