into an alternate universe physically identical to mine.
I may be trying to pass through time.
In that other world
I make gardens.
Floating stones in a bed of amber pea gravel.
Mermaids swim by
Leaving bubbles in their wake.
It's that handsome black magic
keeping me in the present time.
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Good that you got that path sorted. Much better. Everything looks grand.
Looks great.
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