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| August 2001 / Volume Two / Issue Two | ||||||||||
| Linda Wandt | ||||||||||
| I trip down that tapering path of golden light my senses disheveled; entertained stumbling towards the entrance, that humble grail of dreams & visions seeking something bigger, brighter than us all hoping I'll know what to do w/ enlightenment if I can find it |
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