My dearest Goddess sister,

What would I tell you if it was my last eight minutes?

What could I possibly tell you

from the very depths of my being

about everything I want you

to hear

to feel

to know?

This is it, baybee.

Filmed with wind whirling & clouds hurtling by.

Turning up,

tear stained,



in love with you

& this whole wide world.

All my love,