Eyes still red & moist w tears, muscles still easing from the knots - nay boulders of pain - all triggered and felt together moments ago - this new clan of hitherto strangers from all walks finds a new/old state as one…
Silent they are with spoken words as notes of a form much deeper in meaning - something primeval being recalled in them all, join in a shared knowing of themselves far beyond anything they have felt since they were very young…
The els within and without and all around are now mobilized… Spirits, Ghosts - all basic and elevated sensations, inner voices - the Carol of Ghosts awakens in this sacred corner of it all…
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