It is a haunted place, haunted by old gods and now by new people possessed by spirits all their own. Jungians from all over are drawn here as irresistibly as flies to pheromones, knowing that they can find in this enchanted sky-country the very incarnations of their archetypes and demons.
19 July 2010
NEAR SCARRITT-BENNETT AT NIGHT
Moist the tree boughs dangle laden on the steam cicada frog croaks, and old oaks enshrouded lay the cornerstone for summer, crickets singing one last hymn at supper.
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