…deep intrusion, lilies on the Gems…peony-caress down on the Mid-Galaxy, down on The Path, slipping in the bazaar…seizing the Hills…arch-cuddle…The Sweet Unknown on his way…sweet...

The crying specie is me; the intrigued one is my cousin Carmen. She was already used to my “festivals,” and I think her expression was trying to say there was nothing she could do about it. The photo was...