Spirit roams, searches, seeks out peering into the vastness of much with limited sight and endless belief. Endeavoring to find sparks. Of sunlight. Full moons. Pebbles of gentle streams weaving their way through densely woven forestry uncorrupted and pure.
The weight of the senses looms heavily, perfectly engineered to deconstruct at some unknown time and place, releasing contained light marvelously content to travel toward the direction of its source.
A quenchable need lingers on....endlessly sought, momentarily satiated. Ever traveling, ever loved, ever more.
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