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In the back's low hollow sometimesa weightless hand guides me, gentle pressureso I tack soft as a sailboat. (Go there)

Soften the space between your eyes (smudgeof eucalyptus), the third eyeopens. There's the wide vermillion sky

that cradled us before birth,and the sun pours its golden sapto preserve me like His precious insect.

~ Mary Karr

Christine Mason Miller

Santa Barbara, CA

Writer * Artist * Storyteller * Guide