Moondance at Tiny Estates

I call upon air in the east, so my breath will sustain my dance.

I call upon fire in the south, so my passion will be expressed in my dance.

I call upon water in the west, so my movements will be fluid.

I call upon earth in the north, so I will land upon the ground when I go back down this damn hatch.

Eat.  Drink.  Be Merry.

Blessed Be.

Author: lessmuch

shoving a hoard into a tiny house

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