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Through My Eyes
Friday January 20
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( Our sacred place after another tough week of patience. We quietly rest looking out at the evening sky still glowing from the Tenger's blazing show. The snow has melted in the week's rain and the ground is cold and wet beneath us. We can hear the singing of the birds again and the fluttering of their wings as they fly among the branches. Down in the field we can hear the stream as it rushes over the branches of Beaver's dam in great sheets pushing up crests of glittering white foam then swirls within it's banks of dark wet earth and the roots of trees on it's way through the field on past the spirit trees near our studio. Down at the base of the field we can hear the gurgle of a hill seep and the stirring of the loosestrife canes leaning above the frozen wet grass tussocks as they 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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