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Eileen walks slow in an empty place breathe around her, the world is off to four directions, and I wait and I listen for her to come by branches in forest where I'm hidden.

who she is, who ever she will be I wait in the corner of her eyes. rabbit cross shadow line in field frostcover, marmot under the stone coon begging in Yosemite Valley chipmunk poke from behind rock, summit of Goddard:

she waits, whoever she will be, when the world is changed and we all dance with these beings in every direction.