the picture of Deborah Kate

beneath all the weariness, the spirit survives.

And what a spirit! it leads me to magnificent realms of intense excitement, intense beauty. and a sense of deep realization.

and of adventure.

it keeps me young.

Deborah stays young. the picture in the rl attic grows older. so lets heed Deborah then, shall we?

the spirit dances, the spirit flies. here i can only describe withe words.

i am not so much Deborah as her amanuensis. xx

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  1. Barbie HaskellSeptember 20, 2020 at 8:40 AM

    But ... you are Deborah Kate, blessed by The Divine Feminine.

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