07/14/2025

Gaiapurpurea
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Gaiapurpurea
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An afternoon nap bedded on Le Vetiver and Vétiver Vert
Today I dreamed of seas of night green, of citrusy, nutty waves. There were roots, undulating, of metallic, vibrating soap bubbles. They rose up into my nose, sniffed their way into my memories, shaped them like modeling clay. There were delicate, emerald-green grass bubbles like worlds and opalescent shimmers, there were water-colored marbled streaks in which lemon yellow and ultramarine embraced and danced around each other. Above was below. Sea-song-like lines criss-crossed them like whale song. My winged hands divided the world bubbles, always discovering new ones, always this citrusy, mildly nutty, shaping wind beneath their wings, cooling on the cheeks, painted smoky and spicy by one hand, the other hand breathing a galbanum-green greeting from Daphne. One hand with Le Vetyver, the other with Vetiver Vert.
A ray of sunshine tickled my nose.
So I landed in wakefulness, refreshed and harmoniously revitalized. Still a little weightless.
A ray of sunshine tickled my nose.
So I landed in wakefulness, refreshed and harmoniously revitalized. Still a little weightless.
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