If anyone asks what 2018-22 were like, it felt as if you had a worn out civilisation in hospice care, but the palliative doses were never quite enough to tip it over the edge, so you waited and waited for the inevitable.
The years feel broken, like a record needle stuck in a deep groove. Those of us who can see the endless loop, round and round, wait for the moment when the turntable is finally flipped and the music, our beautiful souls, are free.🙏🏼
In response Liberty Jennja to her Publication
Love this!!
