At The Gate Of All Wonder, Kevin McIlvoy
During our days of sonic adventure, the two sometimes recognized my secret-most thoughts. We did not, of course, hear alike, but I believe that our hearing was in such communion we could be carried beyond the limits of normal human auscultation. We could not hear each other's thoughts – I do not mean that. I mean we could hear the re-sounding of the thought sounding in each of us.
At The Gate Of All Wonder, Kevin McIlvoy Rime ice glistened all around us. It slipped from the warming chitinous branch sleeves with the clicking sound of false teeth. We could hear a few crows, a few woodpeckers. Their sounds deepened and their bodies darkened the forest. These friends without primary consciousness made no effort – for our sake – to be conscious. At night when my love for them was purest, I could more easily believe that they had none of the burdens of a sense of self.
At the Gate of All Wonder, Kevin McIlvoy Before I had begun my Sonic Adventures business I had lost many, many things that I would never find again. I had learned calculated self-protection.
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