69/365 : dear mom, i love you. thank you. i'm off on a grand quest for survival. pray for me. i'll pray for you, too. love, your little girl.

it is sad
to be so sensitive
in a world
with so little
windfall
for the lovers
mystics, healers

but it is brave
to muster the muscle
to pick your own
apples from the
tree of
impossible calm