An Enchanted Clearing High in the Cascades, which is currently not accessible because of the weather
Sunday, July 24, 2016
Ecstasy
Swan, Ecstasy, winging through thick blue, of bluest sky, blue eyes coming for you. She don't mess around, Ecstasy, like an arrow she flies, her word is silence. Words would only confuse the essence. Her word explodes a million worlds at once, reality far beyond words. Ecstasy is dancing at a funeral, every minute of every hour, she's lost control, never needed. Fly, swan. Golden rain, perfection, ecstasy.
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