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burgeoning foliage lines the street, outside our factual hotel, in a city of colonial radiance; this is sucre bolivia; and the street, or this street, leads to the bodega where we will have our café y postres de desayuno this soggy morning .. Continue reading →

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a backlit congress of clouds
a little used forest road
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the inky calligraphic lettering of winter bare trees bare, in silhouette, observed while in automotive motion, in the unfolding hills, and as boosted by or backlit by a certain stream, a tilt, a mesmerizing slant, of brittle sunlight .. Continue reading →

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in oregon, a northwest state known for forests, there are countless tree farms .. we do drive to one, it is a distance .. in the environment of the freshly scrubbed air here, the exchanges within the atmosphere could be favorable .. the tree farm, wooded land, is an area of managed growth .. we do walk thru one, for some distance .. we are the native color of the woods .. rules of responsible forest management are applicable here .. we are the rough-edged visage of the timbers .. fast growing birch & pine, at times, are to be preferred .. in the environment of the newly cleansed air here, the exchanges between us might be meaningful .. Continue reading →

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the best tribe that we know of is our own .. as if in the middle of a vision, we are in the middle of the people .. a tribe is a constellation of people tied together by commonalities .. our ardent entreaty is that we save ourselves from the oft-times small mentalities of our own stiff thinking .. to walk out into the field, with one’s tribe, is to receive the gift of that place .. our earnest desire is to rescue ourselves from the frequent psychic obstructions of static reasoning .. to lay down in the field, with the people, is an invitation to liberation & to those indulgences as offered freely by an unfiltered space .. Continue reading →