POETRY
Winters Light Maybe it’s my Finnish soul.I crave the strong grip of Winter. I long for the solace of quiet nights in front of the fire, watching the swirling clouds of steam and smoke risin...
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In the Sauna In the sauna, I am the leaf. Softening, releasing, unfurling fully into Self. When I pour tea, I am the sauna. Quiet and dark, a place for you to come clean. These alchemies of ea...
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