May 16, 2025
More in Lost along the weigh Small Rejections of Faith on Christmas Day
what of the soul of the black cat that ran under my feet and died in the chasm where I tripped
is that love?
what of the soul of the mosquito that exploded with my blood when is ipped too much of me
Is that need
what of the lion sleeping under the lush baobab when his mates hunt
Is that want?
What of me, I ask, what of me?
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