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Etchings on a tinfoil sheet. . . Wax cylinders not of, but for, the ears. . . disks of black evolved from that, , , and later rainbow arcing little ones that shine like silver, all the voice and other … Continue reading

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Apply a little discipline– not the kind that’s pretty mean, but the one that’s truly kind, which comes along when you let roam free your mind to picture in its fullness your life’s dream. . . take some good, long … Continue reading

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