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Moor Witterings On A Sentient World

Some may see a stone, I see a soul.

You see, I believe wise friends come in many forms.

This landscape is one of mine, because for to me she seems more alive, vibrant and all-knowing, than the vast amount of humanity.

I wander her pathways, lost in her stories of centuries past. Her strength holds me in crystalline safety, carrying me upwards to the welcoming freedom of an unending sky.

How clear is that air as it stings my lungs with pure, indelible truth, peeling away the layers of enslavement birthed from lifetimes of illusion and suffocating fear.

You see, this is my portal to freedom and galaxies far, the stargate to silence and an infinite Love.... ✨️


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