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the sweet sting of nettles. withered chestnut flowers, a burst of green bloom.about to turn in-ward. to be tranformed into images behind closed eyelids.
The initiation with the Sisters Hope was the homecoming, the deep celestial memory, the confirmation of the path. Nothing is the same now. The skin has mutated, the eyes have returned to the heart. My research was and always has been connected to this poetic reality. Immense channeling, efficient research.…
