Spring Waxing Seed Moon
I have become one tooth and I throb. There is a beat where normally there is none. My person, my attention absorbed not by pain, but by ache. This will pass, yet right now it has come on strong. Yikes.
Spring Waxing Seed Moon
I have become one tooth and I throb. There is a beat where normally there is none. My person, my attention absorbed not by pain, but by ache. This will pass, yet right now it has come on strong. Yikes.