We are human.
We help each other.
present eyes, meeting.
Zoom into and fly overhead of what I will. landscapes of mountains and clouds in the background made out of inner light and dark, flying between tuscan brick columns and frames, a city made of mushroom-like tall structures.
a face moving leftward, clicking and changing frame by frame, gradually becomes donned with native american clothes and factions, becomes Pocahontas. She runs along my vision until she finds a torrent of people running in the opposite direction, a stampede. She continues running in her direction, leftward, finding her way through the opposing current of peoples.
A woman's left shoulder with three black butterflies tattooed on it, and some white residue streaked near to and on top of the tattoo. Her face is round, dark hair, goth-looking, somewhat.
Sabrina's eyes. Slightly tilted downward and to her right.
[post Sacred Spot]
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