Somewhere in inner space stands a doorway. Cross at exactly the thirteenth hour and you may find your own everywhen home, exactly as you like it. This is mine, a woodlands cottage I retreat to when I hanker after my fireside, books, candles and the aroma of food cooked on a real wood stove. It is a real place somewhere on the globe and also above it...
Monday, March 12, 2007
JOURNAL: Pandora´s box
A synonym and a legend both, Pandora whose curiosity revealed secrets, now a woman who holds within herself secrets, the unexpected. You named me well that day. I still hold secrets. One more than others might interest you and I think it is a secret that will continue to be so, in this life at least. I dont know your level of access in the worlds in between. Nor do I care to know. There was much more to be seen than time allowed, fair weather friend. Inch'Allah, much may be seen still, but not by you. No, not by you.
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