rising and riffing a ruckus of joy…

Happy freshborn hope, sweet bounty of more-than-enough-ness breaking through debt so dark and deep and despairing that the hollow grave  seems to bellow out slivers of light all shimmering like jellybeans and jazz. Happy glass-ceiling-smashing, big-fat-lie-dashing, turning bitter waters  sweet again as burden-flinging,  freebird-singing love draws near to heal and nuzzle, softens mind and quiets…

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