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Brant Lake, Adirondacks, NY. We are searching. The air is close, the forest dark. I need light, and here it is, risen eastward and looking on it's own. Through the rising, humid air, thick with sweat, over and through the trees busy synthesizing oxygen, it probes to illuminate the dark spaces, like me. It will be broken and shattered in the woods, every foot of space lit up, a little bit at a time, all day. But out here the brilliance spreads, like a soft blanket over everything, on which I can sit and watch the search, for a while. I wil look at whatever is revealed, but I still am not sure what I am looking for...
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