I can't see them all
and I can't see behind them all
But there are faces
and there's Faces the festival that saved some of something in me. It fuond something in me. Something new along with restating something suspected.
I'll be at a kindergarten for the following two weeks while the summer gets chillier. I love it but it could stay summer for a while longer. Everybody's expectations of autumn might be calling in the darker nights, but I love seeing stars again
and I love the scent in the air.
Soon celebrations are near again as the year turns into colour. The moon is massive and displays many shades of strong reds and yellows.
I have found more music that makes beautiful
And found out I'm a mutant, thank you Shelley Jackson for helping me understand.
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