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Guest post by "Ceridwen Aurora"
Dancing and spinning, Round and round. Nothing but feathers and tears to hold me betwixt sky and ground. Glowing words, Whispered songs. The crimson snow falling on heavenly chords. The soul is torn, yet healing whole. The fates begin weaving anew. The journey is long, the story unending. No longer a need to mourn, for finally you realize....we are all part of the same song.

Halma-dru.

May your soulight be well.