The energy inside the circle is palpable and brilliant
like the hot white sparks flying from an
ingleside hearth
under a serious crescent moon.
A slow smoldering burn
strokes the night like gentle fingertips
and soft brown eyes.
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Read some words, view some photos or listen to some tunes...
even when real life gets in the way
Read some words, view some photos or listen to some tunes...
even when real life gets in the way
About Me
- Julia
- Café of Words is a safe place for music and words - those truth-telling streams of consciousness and candor. It's also a place to reflect on how precious children are and how we can try to make this world a safer place.
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