She loved.
Much more than I could.
Peircing me with soulful eyes that say too much.
She laughed.
Much easier than I.
Seeing all of the magic that engulfed us both.
She hungered.
A zeal for life, for living, for being, for being with.
She saw.
More of me than most.
Through the wall to the edges of the pain and the painfully real.
She was a bold priestess full of magic and fire and desire and innocence.
She taught about hope and faith and love.
Her gifts continue to unfold from within me
Her wisdom is deep, stretching beyond the abyss.
Walking kindness.
Healing words.
Thoughtful.
She. . .
Sunday, April 29, 2018
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