When we are close to death and birth,.. the veils are thin ~ we can let the light flood all the way in.. between the seams.. fully illuminate our holy being. So yes, my dear, be near and shine your light through these loosely woven threads.. purify and sunsoak now this glittering pashmina at a frequency and resonance which will reflect and perfectly project upon my face the song you wish to sing into the hearts of men.. soft but clear and gently waking dormant seeds to mend us all.
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