Sixty-Four

We were embraced by the roots of a great tree. It started to turn around and around and darkness spread into the world like flying insects. I felt awe mixed with fear, but I did not want to flee. I wanted to see, to know.

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Sixty-Two

The world was orange and turquoise, sunlight playing on labradorite. There was a man in front of a canvas, painting an ever changing field - wheat, poppies, sunflowers. Van Gogh at work. Orange and turquoise, again. Next, I was in a museum. It was quite dark, but there was an illuminated sphere in the middle … Continue reading Sixty-Two