Dreaming our way to the snowy top of the mountain.
A winter holiday suggests appropriate dimensional directions and wafting-weaving within.
A hot spring, a cold stream and a wavering fern.
Dipping down into ancient memories, last week, last era and last eons.
Are we new, recent or just contemporary – we do not know.
But a bank wants our account and doesn’t imply a goal of any amount.
We trudge on with abandon and dynamism.
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