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i'm waking up, in the metaphorical sense. i have been sleeping for awhile now, but i'm slowly waking.
i hybernated. i guess losing jon was like the breaking of winter by way of full blizzard. jan bear found some hole under some tree and dug in. i thought that it was too long to sleep, but maybe it is all right.
i am still in the earth, but i turn, hypnogogic. i smell honey in the air. it calls to me like a new voice around the comfortable sound of my name.
i'm hungry to fill my mouth with the honeyed things of summer. my appetite returns. and, i want communicate again. this time about the cream sense of simple things.
i hybernated. i guess losing jon was like the breaking of winter by way of full blizzard. jan bear found some hole under some tree and dug in. i thought that it was too long to sleep, but maybe it is all right.
i am still in the earth, but i turn, hypnogogic. i smell honey in the air. it calls to me like a new voice around the comfortable sound of my name.
i'm hungry to fill my mouth with the honeyed things of summer. my appetite returns. and, i want communicate again. this time about the cream sense of simple things.