Otherworldly

Watching curling smoke trail from burning incense always touches that which is Otherworldly in me.¬†Twisting and drifting outside of time, the wisps of smoke mesmerize me, hold my gaze. Disappearing on the wind, lingering scents speaking ancient incantations. I want to cultivate more of this sort of mystery-unfolding-languid-unfurling enchantment in my life; I want to…

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