I dreamt last night of a grand stage, and in its brilliant spotlight, my mother danced.She was ALIVE. She was alive like a flame is alive: No bones or biology; but pure energy, wild movement, stunning beauty, and HEAT!
She wore the colors of a rich, oil-painted autumn. Her spirit's every pirouhette set my heart on fire. She was so inside the Eyes of God; so outside the bounds of Earth. She burns so deeply inside of me; yet so far out of reach.
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