kavakarma
Kava Enthusiast
Water heated on stovetop in a clean steel pan, simmering. Poured a mountain of Nambawan Vanuatu Kava on fresh water. I let it be. Over time, it crafted beautiful bubbles and swirls. Each bubble representing someone who is ailing or dying from the illness that is circling the world, everyone coming together to save eachother. Listening to Bob Marley's works, I see a new color. Is this my last shell? The tone of last song permeates my finely threaded cloth. Kava is green, strained to a freshly washed, hot tea kettle.
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