The Earth teems with Life. Sidewalks are the plains and I
the tornado. I don’t mean to, I would never intend to
but everywhere I place my foot I snuff out
something. After the earth worms take
their revenge for untold millions will I
finally be able to fly even better than I do
in dreams?
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In dreams, I am also an excellent flier – can lucidly pull it out of the bag at will, Enjoying your writing very much. It’s easy to ingest but then kicks in. ——Chagall
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