"She left her heart little. She left her heart childish. And for her, every little moment felt like butterflies. She did not want to believe there was an end to love. So she drowned in the seconds beneath the moment where magic and stillness collide. And every time she looked into his eyes, she was reminded of how if felt to be alive." - R.M. Drake
Updated Daily: January 2007 - February 2020
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- with gratitude
- high-energy
- tea and kisses
- la sed - the thirst
- dissolving into ecstasy
- how it felt to be alive
- queen
- perpetual expectancy
- sacred poetry of flesh
- el otro mundo
- breathing stars
- new moon lovers
- when I was hungry and it was your world
- el toro y la vaca
- eleven again
- the truth my sweetheart
- water
- con oro de luna
- wild wolf medicine
- a story of three lazy brothers
- my beloved sister
- with words unspoken, a silent devotion
- wrapped in moonlight
- gnawing hunger
- relentless rhythms and sweet source of power deep ...
- advice
- open and receptive
- full moon miracles
- passion
- magic
- messages from the universe for 2015
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