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My window is open: it is the strangest thing. Like looking at the mountains across the sound and they are distant and a bit blurred but then you focus on them and they are very distinct. That is what it islike: the peaks are sharper and you can see the rocks and the snowfields so much clearer. The foreground closer is blurry and indistinct and the elementals and orbs, and outlines of the spiritual beings are very distinct. Hard to describe, but very much in the present. I sit here wondering what I will do with it all. Don't knowbut suppose I will just ride it out and see if my horse knows his way home.
Hummingbird
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