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First Visions

From the February 1995 Print Edition

Even now they enter me like a humming tide of light, a bright cloud that waters the Earth with veriditas, the greening power of life. What is it I call a dream yet see with my eyes open? The calf in the womb, spoked wheels of light, stars in an ovate universe, a brightness that makes my soul . . . . Continue Reading »