Where my mind goes

Where my mind goes, is wherever my mind goes. Living every moment, as special as the next, magnificent beauty in a world we know but I feel I have barely met. A wanderer wondering round, spinning circles as time in its illusion presses on. Like a bird turning summersaults so too do I as fire burns surreal, new roads to travel do I see.
Fotopoetico fotos of Mahaloness to go with this late night entry, written in a tired state you could say. Do as love.

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