evening escapades on the stages of our making.

this makes me feel like i've snuck into a dream. even the little girl sneaking out at night makes me think of her escaping into a wild place found only in the hours of slumber. feels like our waking imagination is also a kind of dreaming. and creative expression the closest medium capable of revealing slivers of the mystery. the ethereal threads like little silk connections between our states of being and seeing, eating and sleeping. always on the prowl to scout out signs and hidden meanings...

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