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Act I of III written with Solst

Miss Dickinson, those sweetest longings you have. The splendor of life, rising and falling, dancing to mystic symphonies, tussling with those hi..

Act III of my collaboration with Solst. Emily and Walt say farewell.

would you believe that sometimes people come to me and spill stories they wouldn't ordinarily tell? and every single time the words I needed..

real or imagined, who can tell?

nervous, so nervous

He thinks I'm magic as if my voicehas powerto pull him fromthe dark abyss. I think it must be trickery, sleight of hand, magnetism, trap doors ..

One day when you find yourself in hills of tall trees and whispered secrets, Believe in the glories of nature and you cansit and watch trees bloom-..

I think if the hawk is a messenger between heaven and earth then, sometimes, So am I. One day, too, I will fly.

Lotus Eaters Exercise #10