Like ye bring the downy tuft of a dandelion to yer lips, blow softly, pray to give everything away - keep only what remains - of a life well-lived; a life well-loved; nourished, and blessed by the Suns and by the Soils, and with all the Love I ever gave ye, in all its purity, accept me. Believe in the power of the rainbows that coloured our world so exquisitely. Have faith in yer love. In our love. In me. In yerself.
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