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Through My Eyes
Friday February 3
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( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still aglow from the Tenger's blazing show. The snow has melted in the week's rain and the ground is cold and wet beneath us. Down in the field we can hear the stream as it rushes high over the branches of Beaver's dam and swirls over the rocks within it's depths between it's banks of dark earth on it's way through the field where bits of white snow are scattered here and there among the pools of water that glimmer beneath the evening twilight on past the spirit trees near our studio. We can hear the deer as they splash through the water soaked grass tussocks and the gurgle of a seep at the base of the hill. Above us the branches rustle and we can hear the creak as the trunks sway in the evening wind as it begins. As always it's just a bit chilly. Brr..let's rest here awhile sharing our week with each other and talk of our future plans together. But first, let's look in your mirror! You focus...)
* courtesy of A Luminous Diamond (Bright) Crystal Show productions.
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