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October rock art tour with Maria & Teena
It was the year he began to wonder about the noise that colors make. Roses came
roaring across the garden at him.
He lay on his bed at night listening to the silver light of stars crashing against
the window screen.
"...I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it.
But this seperation of consciousness
is recognized only after a failure of communication, and
our first movement is
to believe in an undivided being between us..."
Anne Carson, The Autobiography of Red
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