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This is a beautiful, moist poem describing what's going on in your environment and mind. (I know a lot of people hate the word "moist," but I'd like to defend it. What would cake and love be without it?) Your reading is lovely as well. I can hear your linguistic articulators moving around—teeth, tongue, lips, palate, lungs, all of them also moist—and they really express a kind of dancing the words out of you. Stupendous!

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All hail the moistness! I stand with you in defense. Seriously. What would love be if it werern't covered in wet droplets? Thank you sincerely for listening and taking this in. It was an otherworldly kind of swirly poem to be inside - it did feel to be dancing from my tongue

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"If I recall correctly,

I’m the one who put them there

so maybe it says more about me

than the shoes."

Serene and reflective, Faye. I always enjoy and appreciate. There's more here to deep dive, but there always is. I am sitting in my car with sun streaming in warm, so I think this time I will just sit and feel it.

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You're right, there is always more. It's nice to rest in the warmth sometimes

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Wonderful 🖤

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Thank you my friend ♥️

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So freaking gorgeous!!!

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Thank you my love 💗💗💗

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Fun shape to watch. thanks

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