A mystical processional reverberates in the shadow of a keystone box elder. Close your eyes, get out under the stars, and listen to the trees. Tree-dwelling lichen wonders if you know that shadows on the moon are darker than shadows on earth. Every day: sunsets. It’s your turn to dream, now where will you wander?
Think about these things today: the color of Sedona juniper bushes, celestite, music in the key of C, the feeling of damp fog in the morning, and the purposeful guidance of wild oats.
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