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| Dwight Stevers |
| Prism |
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| - for George |
| Somehow you entered –
third-eye contact. Inverted prism sharpens. All colors become white. It's so right. One step at a time – touching this chakra and then that one and that one. An invisible thread – mutual reception magnetic reflection. A laser beam fertilizes something in us both – the birth of the death of the space between us. You entered and all colors become white... |
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