πŸ’€’Don’t cry for me, Argentina…’πŸ’€

The world is my home, and you took care of me in a foreign land.

When I was dying, you gave me milk thistle in a wet kiss to cleanse my blood.Β  And your endorphins, free-floating saliva…

Until now, I have only known how to fight for survival.Β  Now, I know how to rest for abundance.

Embodiment of Athena, patron saint of those of us whom have been to war…

When I rest, my body naturally finds peace within the ridges of your earth.

rip eva


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