This churning won't rest. There are no changing tides, it's always a beautiful full moon. It's so much deeper than surface changes, which wax and wane always, this is something entirely its own, unique in the truest sense. Gears are turning in me that have never worked, or were newly birthed. I'm like a toddler with a new toy, curious and so eager. Gently exploring; fingering every nook, every bend and button, twisting all the knobs and tugging all the ropes.
Over and over and over, how many times can we twirl until the dizziness wins?
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