it wasn't a dream, it was a flood
September 16, 2011 in Uncategorized | Tags: wind river range
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What does the son do? He turns away, loses courage, goes outdoors to feed with wild things, lives among dens and huts, eats distance and silence;
he grows long wings, enters the spiral, ascends…
–Robert Bly
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