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Monday, September 15, 2025

Qoheleth

 


Her pale horse took her under the canopy of trees loosing their leaves on windy path the elevation ebbed and flowed. Her blue pants three inches from her naked ankles her oxfords white and sand to ground her to terra where she was about to go. 

The conversations over heard from ill minds she was already in the know. 





Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story




Life took the snake and broke it in two, she lit them on fire and watched them shrivel too. 

The seeds were making their way, bright, tiny and red. 

It was about to get noisy.












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