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Mary Nolan in Memoirs of a Nun, 1927

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Lana Wood

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Little Bighorn Memorial; All the Pretty Little Horsies

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circa this past spring during my esoteric jihad / yukio mishima phase.

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Artwork by Andrei Sokolov

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Kupa river (Culp fluss) - etching from the book The Glory of the Duchy of Carniola (Die Ehre des Hertzogthums Crain) by Joann Weikhard von Valvasor, published in 1689 by Moritz Endter in Nuremberg.

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Through the Threshold

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©Philomena Famulok

Dear sea, dear wind. If I were a seagull...

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Being the water: the Dragonfly above the water

I grieve of the road and the bridge of the road

Weeping in the wind

Because I am the Sun.

Being the river: all the river things

I feel the wounds

Inflicted deeply in my flesh

Because I am the dust.

Being the river-banks: the land around the banks

I am no-Time

Burning to cauterize my wounds

Because I am the world and all things of the world;

Being the wind: the words of the wind

I sorrow in my-Time

Knowing people who pass

Because they are my wounds.

Being my sorrow: the sorrow of wounded land

I sense the knowing turning beyond the pain

Because I am the water

Flowing with no end

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"Ah," said Sanderson gently, "but there is 'God' in the trees. God in a very subtle aspect and sometimes—I have known the trees express it too—that which is not God—dark and terrible." // "A Path of Dark Trust"

-Algernon Blackwood "The Man Whom the Trees Loved" // Richard Moult