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A yellow glare falls on the twists of wood wrapped around the hard white crusts; As the autumn beauty finally gives in to the brighter vibrancy of winter, new shapes emerge. Walking among the redwoods, willows and high canopy trees, I pause taking in the visible dreams of my past. Most of my dreams are shaped by places like this. I carve, hammer and sculpt them. I dream best when I fall asleep with the gods, or at least I like to think the men I have fallen asleep with were gods. Their wings took me higher into the clean air where the color purple hazes over the streaks of orange and magenta fires crackling in my head, bringing to the surface the secret knowledge of my body. Inhaling the cool and delicious streaming lines of silver light, I kneel down at the root level and pat the tapestry of earth,
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