She found a star. Impulsive downflows; and pilgriming alignment.

Today was sacred-special. One last final stop, before full-surrender and the cracking open. She walked and wandered through photographs and memory. The old speaks of hearts embraced by the enfolding waters. And tears - the sorrowing of stars and other speaks. Ordained in the cross rivers of the old dame-sacred; where left affirmation and fire-mark meet. Then the aura-circling back, by train. Tomorrow will be something. Different. MB

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