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Elements which show in our dreams have their own meanings.
smiling my best smile I asked him what sort of work he was in, my eyes moving down to the cup in his hand.
In my dance, I host ghosts, their multi-headed presence, their sounding breath coming out of their numerous mouths. I befriend the strange, and the otherness becomes my condition.
The garden is the habitat of the soul.
