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From the Park BenchFirst Variant Version (Liminal Park Sequence)
… looking through times & space breeze, refuge—felicity, an adventure world, & the dreaming outlandish voices & people in the park are ravens, beside the park bench, where he sees in the distance, far is the shore of that hedge, but something marries a flower maiden / while contemplating / prophecy as knowing no more ways of bridges, & the lone grey shape-changing magicians have no eyes & stare through him—no one sometimes—powers and gifts of the spirit—the grey seas and stars, aware of him, which is aware of magical spring or well, to reach the blowing sand; nothing …
… reading, sometimes, or writing, sometimes, or looking faraway towards ye dark green wooded hills to ye South, as from the mainland or from the lakeshore, looking through time & space …