Very much So.

In the short matter of a week, the world has once again become beautiful. All the seeds have turned to fruit and the harvest is now.

Right now.

Life squirts out through my sucking lips like eating a mango fully ripened. My eyes again see the true vivid beauty of the world and my tongue savors every sweet swallow.

Beauty beauty beauty. It's all that I can see. Beauty and goodness and more beauty.

The world is my oyster, I shall not want. But bathe in the nectar of wanton succulence. Drama falls on fallow ears here like sparrows to a half-inch-thick pane of glass.

I have exploded. And in the Best of ways. Every constriction snapped and shot through like so much tissue paper. Completely unabashed by doubt or insecurities. No forgiveness sought. No guilt wrought. No nothing but pleasure.

My spirit bing bang BANG exploded - slipped into the ether.

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