
Into the morning, I am melting wildflower honey spread across a canvas, warming a mind massaged by his magical toes, now rested shimmering stardust, he sprinkled with each step under his spell I am, now floating toward the sun, rising his visits unannounced, but always welcome β¨ Thanks for stopping by. β¨π§π»ββοΈβ¨ Best to you, [β¦]
Sandman visits the Sonoran

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