An otherworldly labyrinth conceals itself for millennia in a forgotten verse of an ecstatic hymn. Point your tail in the air, blink twice, and visualize yourself transcending time and space. A far away friend wonders if you know that you have been dreamt into existence. Do you seek answers or do you seek questions?
Today: the color of redwood bark, phantom quartz, music in the key of E, the sound of an owl hooting outside your window, and the imaginal playfulness of hound’s tongue.
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