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  • Woke to the tallest trees bathed in different particles of light. Meadow and field benevolent among silent elvin anarchists. A trickster pulls me out into the moonlight then you know as things do all becomes eclipse and shatter.
    I find treasure under a heap of tears and stars. I see fifteen girls in cowboy boots ride up the riverbed gravel crackling under hoofs their skin and hair emolliated by rain&honey.

    Are all our meanderings in vain ? Is all the beauty of the world encased in diamonds ? Have we gone to waste by the hands of reckless and careless men ? Are all our passions dashed to the cloister of moss of sepulcher , of Chalice&Two Step?

    painting by shannon
    oil on foraged redwood
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