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“A woman gently rises from her inadvertent slumber to find she has become one with the mountain, with the stars, with the river flowing through and around her. She considers returning to sleep forever to feel the comfort and warmth and vastness of these folds and fissures elusively shifting within and marking time in ways once foreign to her - yet familiar, in the way a dream, once vivid, drifts just out of reach. She acknowledges a bond to ancestors known and unknown and those awakened inside of her - of earth and water, of celestial pools offering unexpected glimmers within their dark and effluent depths. She fills her lungs with one more slow, long breath inward, letting it expand her senses, to feel the birdsong, the lilac-scented breeze, the cool touch of snow caps, and heated stones beneath her newly formed body. With difficulty, her body, my body, our bodies, not yet aware of our intention, we rise, accepting our fate - a return to an ephemeral world, hoping to feel the deep melodic rhythm of eternity etched onto our bones.” ~ Jennifer