I met someone yesterday, a shaman. Genuine. Powerful. Insightful. Light and airy on the surface, deep and probing behind smiling, tired eyes. "it's the end of the world", she said as she poked at her dessert, talking low in the swirling conversation to no one in particular. She smiled and shrugged, then joined the rest in celebration.
Is it the end? I don't know. I believe it is due to transform at any rate. I am changing. I can feel it. My old coping skill set doesn't work anymore. I am free falling into something new. Something strangely familiar. We have been here before. You and I.
Something is about to ignite....
Is it the end? I don't know. I believe it is due to transform at any rate. I am changing. I can feel it. My old coping skill set doesn't work anymore. I am free falling into something new. Something strangely familiar. We have been here before. You and I.
Something is about to ignite....
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