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I follow its length, looking for its end, only to see that a debris is a tongue, a long tongue, extending out of an expanded jaw, of a glistening green serpent, like body. This body changes colour the longer we are attached. He’s turning from metanic to translucent, and… Lots of rubber ducks filling a lake and one female duck trying to swim her way through them all. People gather to take in the spectacle of the rubber ducks, laughing and pointing. They don’t see the female duck. I’m sorry. A vast tree protects a forest from the raging sea. The tree has has grown to form a huge curved surface of wood, partly polished by wave action. The tree is mountain sized, kilometres high. The mountain behind the forest is between the mountain and the sea. Incredible by a diversity, my dad is explaining something about a moth that landed nearby. Cerulean sapphire skies, indigo, oceanic expanse, a perfect sphere. Vital volcanic red sun, a solar flares are stronger than ever before. A singular Highland cattle with flowing black hair, paroles and waves. The ships will not be leaving the docks made of trees, once rooted in dirt and culture. I feel like I’m in an aquarium and deep inside I hold a secret and the secret is freedom. I looked into the blue light, closed my eyes. Everything went black except for an orange line in my left eye coupled with a warmth on my left cheek, the orange light flickers yellow, fades into a black line blacker than the darkness surrounding it. The bells and the line take me back to a ser severed tree trunk in the woods and then to a dream of a cobbled path. I was a kid following the path. I was told not to go any further down the path. I went anyway Walking around the big house, a mansion, a Georgian style rectangular house, surrounded by grass and the odd tree. Inside, there’s a wide staircase, an entrance hall, and a landing above that. circles around the edge of the entrance hall, with multiple doors leading to rooms on the first floor. It is completely empty with no furniture, with no furniture, there is so much space. There is a swimming pool outside in the garden, which I see out of the window. After some time walking around, I notice there is a man in the garden laying out mats and preparing to deliver a fitness class. The routine and programme attached to the house continues without any furniture people left. This routine and rhythm seems very engrained with the house like clockwork. An army of skinheads out for a march along the coast line of Slapton L. They’re just boys who used to frolic and play the colours of a rainbow. Soil deepens. Birds is louder. Air is cleaner, water is sweeter. Laughter is deeper. Creativity flows. walls come down, bombs stop, falling. There is. food in every belly. And the thing that can be imagined is possible. There’s this flower. It’s about the size of my hand. It beige geometric rotund. It is strong, but perhaps it is melting. I have it in my hand now. Then it’s down by my feet in darkness. There are some people in the dark family surrounding the flower. Someone pokes it with a long, thin implement. My heart wants to heal and to know stories and spirits that remind me to feel beyond my beautiful basic biology. I feel grief as I prepared to say goodbye to people I love, but cannot hold on to but cannot hold onto through the great turning through and in love I prepare to share my gifts in in devotion to the wider web and the earth, mother Gia, I am born of water. I have been blessed by eye contact and living touch a blue planet sits in loving cupped hands It’s the earliest dream I can remember. I’m walking up a steel staircase. In front of me, my dad and a woman I’ve never seen before. I inside the room at the top of the staircase, a room full of giants. Water everywhere. So much more to drinking and to not be drowned by what lies beneath the surface is so much more beautiful than I ever could have imagined and is not to be feared. We are linked in our loneliness in our innocence and in our Something weighed others. We need each other and we need ourselves. We need ourselves wise and honest, wild and steady This this image of me falling off a rope bridge that I made. It’s too loose. It twists under my weight. I tip sideways. I can see my hand fall in it. Glasp of the rope I fall into the river. I see the works approaching rapidly towards me. I turn away massive pain in my head. I’m shouting my head over and over. I’m running now holding my head shouting oh my head