For me, bodyfulness would mean a willing descent into the wilderness of my body, to stay and listen and explore, and to delight and dream in that dark space ...
The poor ragged old soul continued to gasp, / Barely puffing out his last grimsome yasp, “You, young plop, are one part Oxygen, / Which fish borrow or steal, / It's here again, gone again. Do you miss it? How do you feel?
parget the outside of their houses.
In this wide Inland ſea, that hight by name / The Idle lake, my wandring ſhip I row, […]
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