Trudging through mud today, I dug the fluted stylings of seven thrushes. I thought: Isn't it all just movement and stillness, anyway? As with the forest, so with the city. And the heart. Strange metallic attenuations, rising out of a bird's throat and drifting on air. Thinking all this, my wits half-focused on wet moss and patches of sunlight, I found I had stumbled up on Consultation Peak. Isn't it all just stillness and movement? The quiet. And the thrum.
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Good work. You have proven yourself, again, to be King of the Rastas-Vermont Chapter, Summer 2013.
-- Marfan John
And wondeful new technology that permits us to communicate on this physical plane while you march on!
ADI
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