I March on Towards the Spaces in Freedom.
I want to be open to receive all of the life that breathes in spaces surrounding me, and... harvest every single gift that I can from the moment.
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Rachel Hardman
Your Hands. {poetry}
Our hands touched,
I felt something,
life came through,
I felt moments,
I was alive,
I felt life,
fingers traced skin,
moments lived on,
the void was filled
The Landscapes May Be Different, But We Are All the Same.
Let me follow circus performers, their blazed trail of rebellious life-seekers. I want to march among them, no longer worrying about how I appear.