Dust, sweat, dust, tears, dust, shelter, dust, ice, dust, dust, dust, dust......
No conclave this year...
6 people at Ocean of fire...
Temple of community confusion...
AAARRRGH....
On the other hand, I was swept off my feet by the Shin of the Santa Cruz fire conclave. A new face, sweet, talented and a good hugger. She gave me sweet affirmations when I think I needed them most.
It was a strange year. I feel empty. Usually, I'm tired but brimming with creativity. But the Burn night debacle has left me utterly spent.
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