My feet unsteady
I totter in unsteady swagger
Heady high of
Lolling in abundance of love and regard
My feet are not treading the earth
My head swirling in the clouds
The heart is heavy
and yet the spirit is light
I'm placing my pile of stones here, some are rough, grainy gravel, while some are unsightly cumbersome rocks, but they form my treasure chest...
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