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What is wrong in the world is also wrong in me!

What is wrong in the world is also wrong in me!

What is wrong in the world is also wrong in me!

Hiiii

Today (Earth Day) is the solar return of my beautiful, curious, literary, imaginative, generous, utterly loving, boho-chic mother. My love for her is otherworldly. And I am, indeed, what some may refer to as, a mama’s girl…

If I may share one interesting fact: my mother’s mother was a Pisces sun, and my mother’s moon is in Pisces. She’s a Taurus sun, while my moon is in Taurus.

An astrologist once told me this pattern is not uncommon - for a daughter to adopt her mother’s sun sign as her moon sign. It can point to an exceptionally close, intuitive, and karmic bond (after all, the moon is notoriously intertwined with the mother archetype 😝).

Xoxoxo💘🗝️✍️🫛🧵🧬🐂

Today (Earth Day) is the solar return of my beautiful, curious, literary, imaginative, generous, utterly loving, boho-chic mother. My love for her is otherworldly. And I am, indeed, what some may refer to as, a mama’s girl…

If I may share one interesting fact: my mother’s mother was a Pisces sun, and my mother’s moon is in Pisces. She’s a Taurus sun, while my moon is in Taurus.

An astrologist once told me this pattern is not uncommon - for a daughter to adopt her mother’s sun sign as her moon sign. It can point to an exceptionally close, intuitive, and karmic bond (after all, the moon is notoriously intertwined with the mother archetype 😝).

Xoxoxo💘🗝️✍️🫛🧵🧬🐂

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

A human being is a creature who is lost, who is singular, who merges with and is like everything in existence, who knows and doesn’t know God, who has been seeped in pain and who is afraid to love and wants to love and be loved. A human being is a creature who is hurled onto an arduous quest to reunite with the spirits of love and truth and goodness.

Psychological hygiene 😲

Psychological hygiene 😲

Psychological hygiene 😲

Psychological hygiene 😲

Psychological hygiene 😲

Psychological hygiene 😲

Psychological hygiene 😲

Psychological hygiene 😲

Psychological hygiene 😲

Psychological hygiene 😲

Psychological hygiene 😲

I remember tomorrow.

I remember tomorrow.

I remember tomorrow.

I remember tomorrow.

I remember tomorrow.

I remember tomorrow.

I remember tomorrow.

I remember tomorrow.

I remember tomorrow.

I remember tomorrow.

I remember tomorrow.

I remember tomorrow.

I keep trying to make clear something that’s erased and can hardly be seen

I keep trying to make clear something that’s erased and can hardly be seen

I keep trying to make clear something that’s erased and can hardly be seen

I keep trying to make clear something that’s erased and can hardly be seen

visionaries
@monkeyyrunner @nessaspollen

sincere gratitude for all who have come to listen to the voices of these visionary artists

she was always sore and sleeping
with the windows
open and leaving
behind muddy footprints

closing soon

major thanks to @cate.mcquaid and @bostonglobe for featuring deiner alongside several other inspiring DIY art spaces in Boston - @thetenderartspace @thecuratedfridge @behindvashadows @gallery_very

visionaries
@monkeyyrunner @nessaspollen

sincere gratitude for all who have come to listen to the voices of these visionary artists

she was always sore and sleeping
with the windows
open and leaving
behind muddy footprints

closing soon

major thanks to @cate.mcquaid and @bostonglobe for featuring deiner alongside several other inspiring DIY art spaces in Boston - @thetenderartspace @thecuratedfridge @behindvashadows @gallery_very

visionaries
@monkeyyrunner @nessaspollen

sincere gratitude for all who have come to listen to the voices of these visionary artists

she was always sore and sleeping
with the windows
open and leaving
behind muddy footprints

closing soon

major thanks to @cate.mcquaid and @bostonglobe for featuring deiner alongside several other inspiring DIY art spaces in Boston - @thetenderartspace @thecuratedfridge @behindvashadows @gallery_very

visionaries
@monkeyyrunner @nessaspollen

sincere gratitude for all who have come to listen to the voices of these visionary artists

she was always sore and sleeping
with the windows
open and leaving
behind muddy footprints

closing soon

major thanks to @cate.mcquaid and @bostonglobe for featuring deiner alongside several other inspiring DIY art spaces in Boston - @thetenderartspace @thecuratedfridge @behindvashadows @gallery_very

visionaries
@monkeyyrunner @nessaspollen

sincere gratitude for all who have come to listen to the voices of these visionary artists

she was always sore and sleeping
with the windows
open and leaving
behind muddy footprints

closing soon

major thanks to @cate.mcquaid and @bostonglobe for featuring deiner alongside several other inspiring DIY art spaces in Boston - @thetenderartspace @thecuratedfridge @behindvashadows @gallery_very

visionaries
@monkeyyrunner @nessaspollen

sincere gratitude for all who have come to listen to the voices of these visionary artists

she was always sore and sleeping
with the windows
open and leaving
behind muddy footprints

closing soon

major thanks to @cate.mcquaid and @bostonglobe for featuring deiner alongside several other inspiring DIY art spaces in Boston - @thetenderartspace @thecuratedfridge @behindvashadows @gallery_very

visionaries
@monkeyyrunner @nessaspollen

sincere gratitude for all who have come to listen to the voices of these visionary artists

she was always sore and sleeping
with the windows
open and leaving
behind muddy footprints

closing soon

major thanks to @cate.mcquaid and @bostonglobe for featuring deiner alongside several other inspiring DIY art spaces in Boston - @thetenderartspace @thecuratedfridge @behindvashadows @gallery_very

visionaries
@monkeyyrunner @nessaspollen

sincere gratitude for all who have come to listen to the voices of these visionary artists

she was always sore and sleeping
with the windows
open and leaving
behind muddy footprints

closing soon

major thanks to @cate.mcquaid and @bostonglobe for featuring deiner alongside several other inspiring DIY art spaces in Boston - @thetenderartspace @thecuratedfridge @behindvashadows @gallery_very

visionaries
@monkeyyrunner @nessaspollen

sincere gratitude for all who have come to listen to the voices of these visionary artists

she was always sore and sleeping
with the windows
open and leaving
behind muddy footprints

closing soon

major thanks to @cate.mcquaid and @bostonglobe for featuring deiner alongside several other inspiring DIY art spaces in Boston - @thetenderartspace @thecuratedfridge @behindvashadows @gallery_very

visionaries
@monkeyyrunner @nessaspollen

sincere gratitude for all who have come to listen to the voices of these visionary artists

she was always sore and sleeping
with the windows
open and leaving
behind muddy footprints

closing soon

major thanks to @cate.mcquaid and @bostonglobe for featuring deiner alongside several other inspiring DIY art spaces in Boston - @thetenderartspace @thecuratedfridge @behindvashadows @gallery_very

visionaries
@monkeyyrunner @nessaspollen

sincere gratitude for all who have come to listen to the voices of these visionary artists

she was always sore and sleeping
with the windows
open and leaving
behind muddy footprints

closing soon

major thanks to @cate.mcquaid and @bostonglobe for featuring deiner alongside several other inspiring DIY art spaces in Boston - @thetenderartspace @thecuratedfridge @behindvashadows @gallery_very

visionaries
@monkeyyrunner @nessaspollen

sincere gratitude for all who have come to listen to the voices of these visionary artists

she was always sore and sleeping
with the windows
open and leaving
behind muddy footprints

closing soon

major thanks to @cate.mcquaid and @bostonglobe for featuring deiner alongside several other inspiring DIY art spaces in Boston - @thetenderartspace @thecuratedfridge @behindvashadows @gallery_very

visionaries
@monkeyyrunner @nessaspollen

sincere gratitude for all who have come to listen to the voices of these visionary artists

she was always sore and sleeping
with the windows
open and leaving
behind muddy footprints

closing soon

major thanks to @cate.mcquaid and @bostonglobe for featuring deiner alongside several other inspiring DIY art spaces in Boston - @thetenderartspace @thecuratedfridge @behindvashadows @gallery_very

Fellow Homo sapiens, from my material-bound ego desperate to be accepted by the tribe to yours — I share my duo-show with my beloved angelic brainiac @nessaspollen titled: “She was always sore and sleeping with the windows open and leaving behind muddy footprints”. It is open through October 18th at @deiner.info

I have no earthly idea how to be brief in this life. And I feel cut from the same cloth as Vanessa in a way that heals something very basic inside of me. Art and female friendship are my antidote in this lifetime, and human tenderness seems to be the last real thing. Whenever I hear the mad song of a little bird, I fall into a state of grace and instantly forgive everyone and everything.

Go look at it to prevent me from joining the convent.

Peace,
Amy

Fellow Homo sapiens, from my material-bound ego desperate to be accepted by the tribe to yours — I share my duo-show with my beloved angelic brainiac @nessaspollen titled: “She was always sore and sleeping with the windows open and leaving behind muddy footprints”. It is open through October 18th at @deiner.info

I have no earthly idea how to be brief in this life. And I feel cut from the same cloth as Vanessa in a way that heals something very basic inside of me. Art and female friendship are my antidote in this lifetime, and human tenderness seems to be the last real thing. Whenever I hear the mad song of a little bird, I fall into a state of grace and instantly forgive everyone and everything.

Go look at it to prevent me from joining the convent.

Peace,
Amy

Fellow Homo sapiens, from my material-bound ego desperate to be accepted by the tribe to yours — I share my duo-show with my beloved angelic brainiac @nessaspollen titled: “She was always sore and sleeping with the windows open and leaving behind muddy footprints”. It is open through October 18th at @deiner.info

I have no earthly idea how to be brief in this life. And I feel cut from the same cloth as Vanessa in a way that heals something very basic inside of me. Art and female friendship are my antidote in this lifetime, and human tenderness seems to be the last real thing. Whenever I hear the mad song of a little bird, I fall into a state of grace and instantly forgive everyone and everything.

Go look at it to prevent me from joining the convent.

Peace,
Amy

Fellow Homo sapiens, from my material-bound ego desperate to be accepted by the tribe to yours — I share my duo-show with my beloved angelic brainiac @nessaspollen titled: “She was always sore and sleeping with the windows open and leaving behind muddy footprints”. It is open through October 18th at @deiner.info

I have no earthly idea how to be brief in this life. And I feel cut from the same cloth as Vanessa in a way that heals something very basic inside of me. Art and female friendship are my antidote in this lifetime, and human tenderness seems to be the last real thing. Whenever I hear the mad song of a little bird, I fall into a state of grace and instantly forgive everyone and everything.

Go look at it to prevent me from joining the convent.

Peace,
Amy

Fellow Homo sapiens, from my material-bound ego desperate to be accepted by the tribe to yours — I share my duo-show with my beloved angelic brainiac @nessaspollen titled: “She was always sore and sleeping with the windows open and leaving behind muddy footprints”. It is open through October 18th at @deiner.info

I have no earthly idea how to be brief in this life. And I feel cut from the same cloth as Vanessa in a way that heals something very basic inside of me. Art and female friendship are my antidote in this lifetime, and human tenderness seems to be the last real thing. Whenever I hear the mad song of a little bird, I fall into a state of grace and instantly forgive everyone and everything.

Go look at it to prevent me from joining the convent.

Peace,
Amy

Fellow Homo sapiens, from my material-bound ego desperate to be accepted by the tribe to yours — I share my duo-show with my beloved angelic brainiac @nessaspollen titled: “She was always sore and sleeping with the windows open and leaving behind muddy footprints”. It is open through October 18th at @deiner.info

I have no earthly idea how to be brief in this life. And I feel cut from the same cloth as Vanessa in a way that heals something very basic inside of me. Art and female friendship are my antidote in this lifetime, and human tenderness seems to be the last real thing. Whenever I hear the mad song of a little bird, I fall into a state of grace and instantly forgive everyone and everything.

Go look at it to prevent me from joining the convent.

Peace,
Amy

Fellow Homo sapiens, from my material-bound ego desperate to be accepted by the tribe to yours — I share my duo-show with my beloved angelic brainiac @nessaspollen titled: “She was always sore and sleeping with the windows open and leaving behind muddy footprints”. It is open through October 18th at @deiner.info

I have no earthly idea how to be brief in this life. And I feel cut from the same cloth as Vanessa in a way that heals something very basic inside of me. Art and female friendship are my antidote in this lifetime, and human tenderness seems to be the last real thing. Whenever I hear the mad song of a little bird, I fall into a state of grace and instantly forgive everyone and everything.

Go look at it to prevent me from joining the convent.

Peace,
Amy

Fellow Homo sapiens, from my material-bound ego desperate to be accepted by the tribe to yours — I share my duo-show with my beloved angelic brainiac @nessaspollen titled: “She was always sore and sleeping with the windows open and leaving behind muddy footprints”. It is open through October 18th at @deiner.info

I have no earthly idea how to be brief in this life. And I feel cut from the same cloth as Vanessa in a way that heals something very basic inside of me. Art and female friendship are my antidote in this lifetime, and human tenderness seems to be the last real thing. Whenever I hear the mad song of a little bird, I fall into a state of grace and instantly forgive everyone and everything.

Go look at it to prevent me from joining the convent.

Peace,
Amy

Fellow Homo sapiens, from my material-bound ego desperate to be accepted by the tribe to yours — I share my duo-show with my beloved angelic brainiac @nessaspollen titled: “She was always sore and sleeping with the windows open and leaving behind muddy footprints”. It is open through October 18th at @deiner.info

I have no earthly idea how to be brief in this life. And I feel cut from the same cloth as Vanessa in a way that heals something very basic inside of me. Art and female friendship are my antidote in this lifetime, and human tenderness seems to be the last real thing. Whenever I hear the mad song of a little bird, I fall into a state of grace and instantly forgive everyone and everything.

Go look at it to prevent me from joining the convent.

Peace,
Amy

Fellow Homo sapiens, from my material-bound ego desperate to be accepted by the tribe to yours — I share my duo-show with my beloved angelic brainiac @nessaspollen titled: “She was always sore and sleeping with the windows open and leaving behind muddy footprints”. It is open through October 18th at @deiner.info

I have no earthly idea how to be brief in this life. And I feel cut from the same cloth as Vanessa in a way that heals something very basic inside of me. Art and female friendship are my antidote in this lifetime, and human tenderness seems to be the last real thing. Whenever I hear the mad song of a little bird, I fall into a state of grace and instantly forgive everyone and everything.

Go look at it to prevent me from joining the convent.

Peace,
Amy

Fellow Homo sapiens, from my material-bound ego desperate to be accepted by the tribe to yours — I share my duo-show with my beloved angelic brainiac @nessaspollen titled: “She was always sore and sleeping with the windows open and leaving behind muddy footprints”. It is open through October 18th at @deiner.info

I have no earthly idea how to be brief in this life. And I feel cut from the same cloth as Vanessa in a way that heals something very basic inside of me. Art and female friendship are my antidote in this lifetime, and human tenderness seems to be the last real thing. Whenever I hear the mad song of a little bird, I fall into a state of grace and instantly forgive everyone and everything.

Go look at it to prevent me from joining the convent.

Peace,
Amy

Symbols at first mediated reality and then replaced it.

Symbols at first mediated reality and then replaced it.

Symbols at first mediated reality and then replaced it.

Symbols at first mediated reality and then replaced it.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.

In order for the wheat to grow tall, I must be the following things: naked; raw; frightening; silky and magnanimous; sparkling, but ancient; sore from combat, but pretty; throbbing of song - organs involved; enraptured by this body made from gossamer, violet, cold chalcedony and baked earth; compliant to the wind carrying me; wet; resplendent; tearful; now triumphant; unambiguous and uncalculated; evocative and evolving; without illusions.