Away to show that my own need to format my desire to simply say: you blew my mind away tonight, to a point were I must write. How can I thank you for giving me back my gifts? Insight dictates I say: you are great. In that moment within echoes across this sound-scape, you caught each, carried clarity up to the edge where faith leaps, beyond, and wings carried me away. Thank you, again, anyway I can say:

My intentions are to offer support, a reminder that someone listens and hears you too. Many levels can be expressed in a moment. I wish I could protect the hurt. Pain grows in your voice; powers to curse away the blues, bring in new desires to never relent. You are beauty. My job, to entertain this presence incarnate, in so many ways, for if beauty frowns, falters, or strays, then only rain, only rain.

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