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Dear Dawn
How are you?
I don’t suppose I know to where I have been
It has felt a little like a death I suppose on some level but also a brick wall and a chair
It has felt like death destroying evil some way
And it has also felt like joy has risen deep within me again
A child.
She likes hot chocolate and reaches for cocoa. She likes trying different brands not so bothered about cacao
She deeply likes to scent it through with rose petals cinnamon and warmth. Sweet vanilla and balms
She also likes olive oil (good brands) and broth. The ones where you can feel the lay of the land
I feel her as love
.
She has met a man. A man she divines
She has also promised herself her fisherman now. The one who takes her home for a walk and is mesmorised by her eyes. They dream their dreams together with rubies side by side
They are told often that they are like peas in a pod
She has no room for a nother just one man is God.
X she loves like she has never loved before Dawn. I promise you this
It has so been all worth it..the egoic death….is this what it is?
No body has the answers only clues that been left
She has followed all the crumbs and brought the jury home
Love laid to rest. I left her in the lake. The lady of shalott dead and buried in her cave
I salute her her magic
Her magical way
I will always bear fruit for her and promise this way
Love K xxxxx
