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Natural Solace

A whispered caress with trembling fingers, in a night of worthy indiscretion.
Beneath the wands of our Grandfather Willow, we call out together as our spirits join the Great Spirit for an instant- then collapse, to lay separate again in the soil of our Mother.



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