You and I, we trailed around
These ancient words that each of our hands did not know.
-Westward The Tide
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You and I, we trailed around
These ancient words that each of our hands did not know.
-Westward The Tide
This day was so ethereal and magical that it feels ludicrous to try to make words for it. Deep roots were being set into the earth while dreams and aspirations for a tremendously thoughtful and well-lived life flew high. Everything was as it should have been. Honey to the bees.
Thanks for second shooting this one with me Dana!
we dig with our hands
fingers covered in gold
lost sparks caught in our throats