Now I feel prepared, but as I walk towards the exit of the cabin I am suddenly in a motel room with an unknown younger lady lying on the floor between the beds on a pile of pillows, she is wearing a Mindfold and her face turns towards me as she tells me how beautiful my dreads are becoming. This confuses me because they already are. So I turn to look into the large vanity mirror facing every motel room bed. Lo and behold I have at least 5 of those glass 7-day candles woven into some dreads, and birds are hanging a nest on another, along with the assortment of beads and other colorful devices.
This menagerie is more than my belief can suspend and I awake.
2 comments:
beautiful! so many great things- snow, birds, glass candles. I hope you go back there some day.
Yeah it would be great without the dreads, never really wanted them...
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