Images of Oracle
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Thoughts on a tree trunk Open mouth, hollow space, ready to house a nesting bird or wild life. Impervious to howling winds maintaining balance on a steep sioop Scaling bark, dinosaur skin joined by protective spirit. A cry in the wilderness against a deep blue sky. A reminder that the new merges with the old. No lost spirit; rather a form recreating immortal splendor. Jan Calle |