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I can’t be solid with you ..you know what’s solid? contracts and funerals promises and vestments stories passed down from history that don’t hold a kernel of truth solid are the doors of what you walk through in your youth until you suffocate amidst crumbling walls what I can be is what I have always been.. reliable like the wind caressing your skin committed as the waves lapping onto shore to and fro as a reminder we are one and simply being present with all the love I can muster up in our passing moments ~•~ a beautiful milieu Art Heike K 🎼 https://youtu.be/Rlw133PG7S4