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Aries Birthday Haiku
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as you wish
as you wish Three words to show honor care respect and love. as you wish Three words that say I love you. I see you. I hear you. I release you. as you wish Three words that convey that love is about honoring what is most true for another soul and trusting that the answer…
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art | creativity | divine | healing | inspiration | mystery | photography | poetry | self-excavation | sexuality | the delicious nowfractal wound
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