up there, hell-bent iron claws
have only just begun to seep
into the worst of nightmares
sturdy feet, hooves and paws
otherwise, dance free and leap
as around fire we sit and speak
of our utterly shameless fears
of wild cats and wilder bears
In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
Story Of The Footloose 
Blissfulness!
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Hi! Hurray you’re back. I have this feeling you will have new insight and stories to tell.
I’ve missed you.
Holly
(Angel in the dust)
Hello dear angel in the dust! I hope all is well at your end. It’s really good to know you are listening! š
I’m here.
No greater sense of freedom than when in the mountains – a covenant
struck long ago in distance times.
Thanks for saying… mountains… majestic mountains…