Saturday, January 16, 2016

    The pulse of the forest can be heard as birds of all designs and vocal ranges crochet a omni-scape of sweet melody in joyous communion.  Life from the forest floor to the tallest vines intermittently weave in percussive threads in perfect symphony acting as one musician.  I bend into this portal of mastery set between time and eternity as creatures bow and participate in adoring assembly. 

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