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  • It's about: North.

    It's about the meeting of the two rivers, yes, the Saguenay and the St. Lawrence. Yes, it is. It's about distance: the grand procession into the trees.

    It's about trees. Trees and trees and trees. A pine universe. God's rocks.

    But it's about promises. Promises.

    Promises and time.

    It's about deep time. The submarine valley we were born into. It's about the sonar of our hearts.

    How we feel things----perhaps a message from the future. The future says Yes. Say, Yes, now.

    It's about hearing through the submarine valley of our love for each other.

    Each of us. For each other.

    It's about our larval love. The krill of it all.

    Then the love evolves. Then comes the love bloom.

    Like a specimen unaware of itself, humanhood knows nothing.

    We crawl through the submarine valley, amputated and wise, looking like a kid's cartoon.



    (Painting of a Beluga whale, by Susan)
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