Unearthing

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The smell of jasmine,wisteria and springwoke meleading intothe awareness of rain.The wind chimes dancedin full desperation and anticipation.Frogs croaked,crickets chirpedand the valley,flustered with joyexhaling deeplyand mindfully.I wanted to join the Earth,her wetness engulfing me,while I danced under the moonlight.I stood on the deck,darkness snuggling,cuddling my humanness,hollowing the spaces of gratitudebreathing with intensity and loveas everything became silentduring this intimate voyeurism.I am awake.I am here.I am divinity.I am….