I come to it
in the waking hours,
like a second heartbeat
within the roots of the trees.
Another worldwalker, far and away,
beats the drums of his experience.
In my own shadow hut,
I feel the echoes of his song.
in the waking hours,
like a second heartbeat
within the roots of the trees.
Another worldwalker, far and away,
beats the drums of his experience.
In my own shadow hut,
I feel the echoes of his song.
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from Tidvatten
{Digital Images manipulated in Adobe Photoshop}
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