Taste: lime Sound: chimes Smell: rose candle burning Sight: pink drink, ice cubes, tumbler, and lime; yellow haze smokey sky, the evergreen trees look white; corpses - raccoons and the torso of a squirrel pecked at by a murder of crows Touch: squirming animal Intellect, ideas, and dreams: I dreamt I was a girl exploring a beautiful new place, Wow! Exhilarated amazed, but also an industrial site, with one boy I stepped onto some soft industrial sand and then I was swept away (don’t swim!) very quickly, eventually everything stilled and I was rescued (this part not depicted) but then “the girl” committed suicide or tried from being covered in the carcinogenic or hazardous muck, even rescue could not save her and it was painful to drink even water Grateful for: ideas, dreams, inspiration
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