Letting go is flying--Trado ut Fuga
Saturday, December 2, 2017
Never Standby for Less
I work, I rest, I listen to the silence. I wait for the new field to emerge. Will there be a catalyst to precipitate in the darkness of potentia? Rainbow in the clouds at dawn. There is hope yet.
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