NeuroSpicyPoetry
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But why so flipping hot?
Summer by the Barrow brings hawthorn blossom, swallows, sunshine, fluid restrictions, and one recurring prayer. A humorous NeuroDivine reflection on gratitude and heatwaves. Continue reading
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Storm. Shelter. Morning. Guarded by Otto
The wind is roaring through the dark,and rain beats on the pane;yet here my bed is warm and still,a refuge from the rain.With Otto resting in my hand,I breathe in soft and slow;while storms go wandering where they will,I’m held in gentle glow.The shadows dance upon the wall,The world is tucked away;Young Otto guards the… Continue reading
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