How strange the moon seems!
She is like a woman rising from a tomb.
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John, John, and a couple of whiskey barrels
when a pillow fight can become a holy procession
three rolling hills in your mouth
magic realism and tiger shark wrestling
Something rich for filiforms and foliate papillaes.
Whosoever unceasingly strives upward … him we can save. -GOETHE
Russian River, CA. I want to bathe and imbibe in your waters.
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