The Eastern Sierra dream-scape patterned onto the world.
Shinny, shimmering glimpses of a life perpetuated by life.
Ebbing and flowing.
Catching currents of the wind and riding the crest of the crashing waves of a reality dreamed into being.
Crossing boundaries and borders.
Seeping through the cracks.
Grabbing hand holds to pull through to the higher level of freedom.
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