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there are no blooms on my dogwood this year... Read More
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 Smell of air
Smell of clarity
Enters my nostrils
Chases my solitude... Read More
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 whenever i get a sense of needing affirmation,
i listen to Terence McKenna, on cassette or youtube Read More
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 musicians coming together to hear ancient rhythms resound Read More
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 There are bombs, there are victims of brainwash, there are mourners, wounded, there are sounds that do not cease Read More
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Pint-sized crepuscular creatures
Smoking long twisted pipes...
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