Idaho 2020
In the early morning hours I can truly be one with the landscape, feel the desire, the memory, the draw of the clay from which all life was born and we are made of.
In the darkest of nights the unending mosaic of stars in the inky blackness draws me close, and it is one of the few sensual vibrations that cracks me open to the memory and connectedness of living in a universe – one among many. This one is mine at those moments. I feel it and claim it and let it absorb me, shedding the illusion of separation.
dream walkings 
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