When I was in my late 20s, my soul, the celestial landscape of my inner world, rippled fields of shimmering rainbows and golden sunsets. As I move into my early 30s, I transform. Listening, I realize with delight I am becoming a pot of warm honey, glowing and oozing sweetness again, sweetness I haven't tasted in a sticky handful of years. I remember ancient fields of clover and little birds on a summer breeze. Just on the other side of that hill.... they tell me it's Glastonbury. What goes on down there? Future must have smiled on me in that moment, hiding her secret beyond the horizon.
CHA🍍WILDE
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