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Fragments of my mind pasted in time...

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Spring evening, soft and balmy and beautiful. The smell of the earth rose in the stillness like a dream cloud.

Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923

The ego strives to find its place amongst the crowd and denies the spirit its journey, stumbling blindly, distracted by the noise and confusion. By civilisation's own rules it is often a madness that frees the man, a fall from grace that silences the ego. Delusion melts away and in the distance we start to see the answers, they were there all the time and like so much Craft knowledge, hidden within plain sight.

Gemma GarySerpent Songs: An Anthology of Traditional Craft

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