Dreamt I was walking in the rain in NYC, waiting for Randy to arrive. Blurry scene, not many people walking, but brake lights from cars moving slowly and silently. Suddenly, I was walking with Randy. The rain was peaceful. Everything gray and subdued, but the red lights from cars and tulips, and the yellow of traffic lights. Late afternoon. Fresh air.

My mother asked if she could come along.

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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

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