Creekside Lullaby

I spent two months sleeping creekside. As I was rocked to sleep each night by the rushing lullaby, The dreamscape was purified by the collection of winter rain. It became part of me, this rhythm, as if my heart beat and blood flowed along with the rippling of the water. Finally we'd emerged out of drought. The sky opened up... Continue Reading →

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