Born out of the debris of 2 hurricanes
A place to sublimate the stress of illness
A place to be free
Intended to be a place of healing
A safe place to let go
Everyone is welcome
A haven for relaxation
Recouperation
Just hanging around
No rules, just right
This is where you will find the Crone
The cosmic wind revives her
The pulse of the earth strenthens her
Not much else makes sense
Then I remember
It's life
It happens
It is
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