(10/1991)
I can travel quicker than the quickest way possible to the mountains of the moon with the magic of a piece of paper and some ink. In the days of my childhood I began the journeys. They have always been short and sometimes they have been insane but I know after more than a decade they are the best of my imagination or the gentle side of a gang of demons that possess myself and every person. If the bad weather has brought a toughness which facilitates strength and perserverence in the human spirit, the good weather has shown the power of compassion and dreaming of peace and happiness.
(written 10/91)
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