Just inside of sleep
still conscious of the sheets, snow
falling and moonlight.
A stranger crosses
my grandmother’s shaded lawn
fifty years ago.
This is the alchemy.
Reincarnation and
revelation. Eyes open
in the dark. My love
breathing beside me. Chill breeze
from the cracked open window.
Dancing on Frozen Beaver Ponds 
Loved, “This is alchemy”. Favorite line!
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Thanks!
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A blissful morning.. that space between..lovely words Chris!
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Thanks Lynne.
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enjoyed the imagery
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Thank you Shimon. I think of you these days and that I should make a overdue visit to your blog. I know that much has happened and I must catch up.
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goosebumps…
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rem
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r_andom
e_motion
m_achines
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zzzzz
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the end.
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I found this peaceful and warm… Your home
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Love this, Chris.
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Thanks Michele…
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Luminous, lovely. Thank you.
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And dream-like….
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Thank you Chloe.
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