Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
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Full moon. Aftermath of an ice storm in the Pocono Mountains (300 acre farm)--every blade of grass and tiniest twig coated in a thick layer of ice. Newly in love. New to mescaline. You could hear the sap running in the tree trunks and all the trees were excited and whispering. I don't think we humans spoke a word. I doubt the two of us will ever forget what the world looked and sounded like that night and that we were there to see it.
That was actually very touching.