
In the evenings we gather
Near the tree
We sit in a circle
And listen to the stories
That the tree tells
Nobody talks
And we all cry
Because we love the stories
So much
And we love the way
It feels as if
Every story
Has its roots
In nothing.
In the evenings we gather
Near the tree
We sit in a circle
And listen to the stories
That the tree tells
Nobody talks
And we all cry
Because we love the stories
So much
And we love the way
It feels as if
Every story
Has its roots
In nothing.
Entries 1-58 show how I use the method of Intuition Through Art to heal myself from Peripheral Neuropathy.
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