This is a little painted cubby hole I found at a monastery I visited this weekend. Magical.
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"Dream...dream. Right here, right now. Anything you choose. Crack the sun open and paint your face with its yolk. Cast the fragments from you and turn the world to smoke. Pull the tacks from the night and roll the sky up...Bid your curled body goodbye, and come with me."
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Lovely little cubby hole and painting. Spoken like a true poet. Or was is a poet?
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