I could probably wrap this simplicity into a multitude of texts, but as for me… I might be vexed with a sharp tongue; yet sweet lips await the smile of true love. True love… What is true love, but a seed buried just deep enough…

Hour Three- she soaked her dreams, yearnings, anxieties, and hunger in the aroma of mulberry paper- her favorite among other aromas spicy, torrid, arid, humid and provocative.   her unbounded spirit and hunger savor cactuses, orchids and ambrosia- between mythical pauses: her spiritual cauldron persists…