WHITE SANDS
FALL 02        





[night journey] feet bouncing on white moonlit sand.

bright, elongated, a transdimensional craft comes flying at low speed over the dunes, making repeated passages in front of us. at each sighting, JP madly applauds, then tries out various mudras in an attempt to communicate.

meanwhile—in subfreezing temperature—R has stripped naked and dances at the beat of his drum.





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