As promised, a line or two from the book in progress. I am pleased to introduce you to, Judy. This is the inside of her head.

“Walk to the waking, wade through the water. And there’s the drumming splashing against my toes, the heartbeat, and it’s painting everything magenta.  It’s painting the walls orange. And the texture is filling itself in. There are dots vibrating into paisley. There are faces growing into trees. The walls are trees and the floor is falling. I am running and where are my feet?”

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