Christina Ostrander-Larocque
Went to a 1920s huge party.
Hundreds of people.
All dressed up in a magnificent structure
with columns and music and costumes.
Had such an odd experience
as if everyone was in a play
getting ready for something.
All these different colors, different ages,
different faces all in one play.
Something in me just walked around
and looked into people’s eyes,
smiling as if they were so so dear to me.
I fixed someone’s hair
and she almost bit off my finger
but then melted:)
Then I touched an older man’s shoulder
because he seemed so so nervous
with his sex center and he melted.
Many connections.
And the heart just melted
one after another after another.
What is that?
We are all one,
we are all part of a play.
We are all so so beautiful.
~M
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