coniunctio

Later.  I am wrached with love for my moonbeknightly mistle and her over chrones. I of love do try and lift them into the lights of sunbetide. They will they will they are and are but now there in the soil of it. they are diamond in dark soil enfolding their leafy flesh and beholden to the nutrients of a deep rest. they, their loaf and sunbeams flower in the low mosses and live lovingly and happily. i love love love them with all my hurting weeping healing heart.