wildlove
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the unseen becomes seen; the miracle-
i wished for you. without even knowing that i was wishing for you. you were the impossible. the dream. the myth. the fairy tale. for 29 years i roamed- lost, unseen, rejected- wandering and wandering, hurt, aching. knowing i was never really home- when we first hung out, something shifted- my soul vibrated- my knees…