Silently watch the flame for 7 hours and you may spy liberation.

Electric crackle, downpour, panic grass, sizzling asphalt steam. 

Take it anywhere.

In clothes that look like rugs, singing “we must never break the chain.”

Where Orkney eagles carried Stoneage souls beyond the jagged cliffs

Rain water in eucalyptus groves off Highway 1.

Tea service at the colonial parlor of Mme. Revere, topless psychic.