like stone like dust (American Sentence)

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the thinnest shield

connection b © Holly Troy 1.2.2023

I could not enter your cave of smoke;
waited outside ’til my heart broke.

~ ~ ~ ~

January 2, 2023
Woodstock, NY

 

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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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