There is alot in this world I'm just discovering. I'm figuring it out barefooted and bare hearted. Gypsy on the move, picking it up as i go.But i have my own theory on this incandescent globe. I'll be dammed if some one tells me my thoughts aren't mine. My head met my heart and made this baby called a thought. You have your own, and i have mine. I'm willing to share but never share custody. Because something isn't the same doesn't mean its wrong.
Stem.
We all come from somewhere. A tree of whatever it may be. In life i believe the stem is trust. You have to have it, need, bleed, and try to conceive it. Everything starts off as a tiny bud,grows a stem and blooms.
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