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The Moon and the spirits conclave are calling me. We’ll ‘talk’ tomorrow. Infinite Love.

I adore your silence even if it hurts, I sense your solitude and I sense its sorrow, I admire your balance which I may have unsettled, I love the feline autonomy of the Leo,  I love the Aussie citizen who may have depleted the eucalyptus leaves, the Innocent still hiding in the fridge, the Lover

I am unable to ‘talk’ now; I am in an aquamarine cloud amidst the whirl of your archetypal energies. I can’t describe it…Infinite, Aquamarine Love. P.S. I abolish pink rose and postulate aquamarine as the colour of love. 

Good morning and Infinite Love. 

I am embarking on my midnight journey to the sea. We’ll ‘talk’ tomorrow. I saw the ‘I would remember’. Infinite Love.  

In Infinite Love. 

Infinite Love.