more gauze today. almost cold last night. the bells seep through the thickened atmosphere. but the gauze is ever webbing. today is the last day here . i think the moon is beginning to take hold of things. its best to walk to the mosque now. its like a diorama of eternity in there. or at least the weigh station in between these 2 worlds. you should go there too.
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so. . . the time here draws closer to a finish . . the moon will be full tonight .. there is a party set up here in fernando’s .. flamenco will burst in … all our friends will be here … families will meet .. mysteries revealed .. . . up on the roof we cut snippets of our hair for the lure of full moon .. its a secret potion down here .. . the breeze is excited … ..electric particles are tangible .. and even the police stop in to quell the yippity … 4 generations of fernando’s family are here .. . .its beyond my imagination so it must be a dream .. its beyond my prayers so it must be a blessing …
the moon pokes out now and again .. but it is having a severe tango with the voluptuous cloud layer .. in and out of rapture .. in and out of focus