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Red Sky in the Morning

Posted on September 5, 2011 by

Rumi’s warning card translates as follows: Look at what you are doing and decide if you are being selfish or brave.” Serpent of transformation hisses at my neck threatening to strike. I want to sing the charmers song for a … Continue reading →

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