The Mystic Dreamer welcomes what cannot be seen with the eye. Yet, what is said to be intangible springs to life around her. She feels peace and clarity in the renewing breeze. Oneness beats down on her grateful skin in a sunny ray. Joy fills her soul as the desert blossoms with life. And the fragrance of purity dances to the stars on the delicate, smokey tendrils of incense.
Part II next week... Stop by!
P.S. Can you see the Nirvana inspired line?? :P
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