I walked around the corner and there, in the middle of the pond was a heron, just taking off. Totally beautiful. Utterly spectacular. And ever since I have been falling in love with everyone - the shamanic woman; my book-keeper - you name it. Not that I want to do anything about this falling in love stuff - it's wonderful. But I don't think it means anything. I think the one I'm looking for is still myself.
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