That grows in murky waters. Blue lotus without roots, but not uprooted, wandering. I am that but I am this too. And yet I am not always blue. I must just be bogus.
Thursday, 6 September 2012
Dancee
You swept me off my feet Danced with me And beckoned me to Dream a little dream Of you.
Loves Music. Loves dance. Loves the moon. Loves the Spirit. Loves love and food and roundness. Loves struggle. Loves the Folk. Loves herself. Regardless.-Alice Walker
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