the taste of your river
A snow-melt stream high up in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Clean, pure. To put my face in that water feels so fine. Is my heart still clean? Still pure? I listen to it beat and it sounds to me like coyotes that are far away, running.
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May some kindness come our way today, be it giving, receiving, or both.
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