Small corners

The last 48 hours have been a mad whirlwind, a laying out of the different ways of being. I want to isolate the small corners and use a slow way of showing how all of this is building and rebuilding me into something carrying a light but there are too many. It is people with meaning and heads full of heart that slap my bricks down one on top of another. I keep coming back to Madam Squeeze, she is all delight. She sits like a pixie and opens her heart to take in my happy tales of hair on fire, waltzing, lipstick and the rolling backdrop of this life I call Slamma Town.

Amy Witting had it right, faces and voices will haul you into a capsule of yourself that you can swallow, to feel better.

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