Meditation, Lake Ontario, The Spit
dreaming
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I’m standing in Yonge station listening to Mumford and Sons. I’m crying. And watching people. No. Seeing people. Just seeing souls. Feeling the breeze. I have no job. Only my real work remains. I am stripped of my pretensions. And yet I stand unseen and truly naked as the people stagger past. “awake my soul. You were Made to meet your maker” in my ears.
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Lake Ontario series. Leslie street spit from earlier today.
Ashbridges Bay, Toronto