Earth and its inhabitants are being disinterred. Disguised as turmoil, the Kali Yuga’s firm grip, not to be splintered.The new earth plane we’ve entered.
I like to imagine I have a big wardrobe full of hearts. Some days I can choose one, almost whimsically, like a brightly colored scarf. Some days it is more complicated. I pretend these hearts are hung in a neat little row on pretty hangers, and tucked into drawers with sweetly scented sachets. ...