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Full of Mystery
a floating rock
a floating rock
quiet light
54.88587° , 132.35055°
in the tongass
spawn of Cerberus’ rabid foaming slobber
who is to say there is more of a reason
never can more come to be than is
of change and sea and fire and sky
the summer sky
all we need for a good time yet
57.270826, -133.631931: the deep blue sea
paulownia leaves sound off in autumn rain
Each being being being’s link
The day we wake to is our own
55.013721, -132.395197: The sounds of humans are not found at all
art is everywhere
a blazing and fast-fading November sun
64.842855, -147.781354: August morning coffee and tunes
55.53, -130.792: Punchbowl
Huge open space and a very loosely defined version of ‘road’ that went on and on
A beautiful poem
The run
Idiosyncratic