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Playing with sticks at the cat cemetery, greenery lush and inviting, cat ghosts weaving between legs as light comes through the tall redwoods, four women become one beetle in the shade. Milkshakes and plans for the boardwalk, beers on the Lost Boys Bridge, us with our legs over the edge, the Godfather laying on the tracks, repeating, "I may be a has been, but at least I'm not a never was", Neptune gives us tokens of affection, and the beach whispers lullabies as we walk alongside. Black light bowling alley, and singing songs into a microphone on a deep voiced stranger's birthday. We drive back to the house in the woods and sleep. Morning nearly passes as we sleep a deep slumber, and I dream of curling toes through dark matter. We wake and breakfast happens with crayons and pictures that are nearly swept away under my feet. Godfather takes us to the caves and we crawl underground for a quarter mile. I transcend my own humanness, and feel free crawling through the mud. We make Godfather wait in his own cavern while us, four women, bath in a mud hole in the cave, underground blessings, unhexing ourselves of all yesteryears curses, born anew, "champions of the future", feeling the earths vibrations at "volume ten", alive and covered in mud, glorious and buzzing with truth. A drive back home covered in minerals, wearing shades that make the seascape looks like it's drizzled with honey.