God and I play a game.
She blows air into me.
I blow it back at her.
She blows air into me.
I blow it back at her.
We play this game
for what seems like a lifetime.
When we get tired of this,
She finds something else for us to do.
August 22, 2022
Image by Cristina Conti
God and I play a game.
She blows air into me.
I blow it back at her.
She blows air into me.
I blow it back at her.
We play this game
for what seems like a lifetime.
When we get tired of this,
She finds something else for us to do.
August 2022
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