It’s about tumbling, tuck and roll. Dawdling actually, duck walking. A hugging of the ground downhill like a log on the loose. A piercing view of the sky from hanging upside down from a limb. And the spinning and the jumping and the skipping.

Twirling through positions like an everyday glass of water giving the voice a drenching. Refreshing vision with the panting of joy.

No teetotum take all. Never quenching run singing into flight.

Soar into childfest simplicity. Roar. Worm wiggle giggle.

And so for day 131

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