Breathing February's essence... her purifying, cleansing cold fire... thinking about how I feel when I'm inside her out of doors... feeling a certain bliss knowing that I carry her within me always and can consciously tap into this sweetness anytime I wish!
These photopoeticas are from early winter last year... I miss this little community.
Dear Chamisaness, I will come visit y'all soon! xoxo, Julie
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