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Like When You Open Your Eyes Toward the Sun
He was hard at work, using a marker to cover a page in scribbles. I asked what he was doing. He looked up from the page, “like when you open your eyes toward the sun, and jiggle your eyes all around, then close them – you see the squiggles.“ Mirrors upon mirrors, we are in deep—all ice and wind and bent trees. Hot and cold, hot and cold these ice floes flow. “Their world, the world of those people long supplanted, was a world of tombs; a world of great barrows raised on high downs, barrows that became the pregnant belly of Earth, barrows into which, each equinox, a shaft of sunlight would pierce, enter the womb of the Mother, seed new life each spring.” The moon looks like it’s steaming tonight, my love...
