in this one circle of Seasons.
Beginning with this time of such small days.
This is not how it is, but is the beginning of trying to see how it is. It's the night that needs SEEing, where it begins, where it cradles, where it begins letting go. Night Rules this circle of season. The time of dreaming and as that guy at the 7 Eleven on the Rosebud Reservation said, the time of Looks Within. How great, that so small exchange over 20 years ago as i drove across the continent, stopping where i was caught between day/night by a Sun Set to end all Sun Sets and at the 7 Eleven on the Rez he just asked where i was going. Not where i was coming from, but Where i was going and i told him more than he needed to know and that's all he said. Time of Looks Within.



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