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lucid and brought out of my melancholy by a fanciful dream: the arcane and timeless wisdom of tending hives, visions of alchemical purifying fire, the garden to be, bursting with datura and rose, elder and hawthorn, wisteria, honeysuckle, and poppies--at present no more than desert dust and caltrop occupying the space of this Edenic dream, this temenos // writing poetry and song inspired by Spring's green promise and the old man Gypsy who gives me shelter when I need it most