Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Sleep as architecture and export.

September 28, 2016


Sometimes you go to bed at eight o'clock (well, most times), and you wake at five a.m. And magic has happened--that kind of magic that fills the stocking hanging on the bedpost on Christmas Eve--some ancestral magic you've always believed in, took part in performing, but somehow forgot every occasion of its alchemy . 


But then you sleep. And you remember, if only for right now.


But right now is just fine. 















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