Trance
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| You follow a garden path neglected on the periphery of your vision for some while. It snakes in and around, and as you move in, the hypnotic weave of scents works with the dizzying aspect of intertwined trails, so that passing by lilacs and tigerlilies, juniper bushes and lavender in clumps and a splendor of flowering overhanging vines including honeysuckle you gradually find a stillness at heartsbreath, deep within, where you tremble, breathe, and upon believing in a transcendental awakening, realize it is only vivid dream, and it continues, and continues. Trance |
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