Our resistance to everything tenacious cycles through my Florida vents in a quiet whirr. The idea that we must “condition” every environment seems odd. Even closer to me, like God, the little buzz in my brain that is my “Dell Dimension” computer reminds me of my disembodiment in a place we call “paradise”.
Juliet Davis info@julietdavis.com
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