Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist

Beyond Words

In my dream we were manipulating sheets of raw energy. When I woke my palms were still tingling.  I lay drowsing for a while, trying to hold onto the dream and everything it implied- but of course I couldn't.

Think of a landscape seen from a high hill-  in golden evening or morning light-  and all you've got to record it with is a Kodak Box Brownie. 
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