This flower that is a sun becomes a milky way, a world of stars, after it flowers.
~Elisee Reclus
Last night in a series of dreams, one after the other, I was moving through fields of dandelions with people from my past, dead and alive, engaging in conversations and conflicts that felt dangerous, but ripe with possibilit…
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