The music is back here. In case you feel the urge. I will imagine a big jumpin' circle.
24 degrees.
If I had a pumpkin, the frost would be on it. Something carried mine away, in the night.
I imagined Sitting as a Pumpkin. A stray self, Pumpkin Woman. Been at a loss for words really.
Evolution in a Deep Pool of Thought.
Not sure I should spoil this moment by saying anything else.
Except I removed the background in the photo, just to see it this way.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
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