09.09.01

is it possible that last night, under the glow of a vibrant but waning moon, and a skirtful of glittering stars tossed up into a black satin sky, is it possible that i, woman full of issues of critical mass, with a deep-seated fear of fully claiming the space my particles take up in the universe, is it possible that this "i" was not only dancing under a magic sky, but dancing *naked*?

in which i remember that sometimes the gifts of circles and support and magic in the universe are being given all the time: and it is up to me to accept them.

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xoxo,

moonbird

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