Sweating.  Sad, full of wonder, a naive ponder  from a native wander.

Sad equals alive

Cold, afraid, focused, here

Once I had a childhood. At seven, I was lost.

Once I had a sibling. By thirty five I had already forgot.

Multiple revelations amount to plural awakenings.

Tragedies, holy creations

Sacred radiation

Receptive kind of glisten, fresh listen

Breakthroughout

Thoroughbred experience

A sequel to wind sequence, rain

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