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Seth Speaks, Breakfast of Champions, The Miracle of Love
By Our ReadersMarch 1980Like a horse, to attain a state of high performance, to achieve a balance somewhere between the need and the desire
By Our ReadersJanuary 1980Kite-flying, spaghetti, the sound of moving water
By Our ReadersDecember 1979In the tall broomsedge, in a nearly finished new house, in a tent
By Our ReadersNovember 1979The world, the remains of ancient Thera, Stonehenge
By Our ReadersSeptember 1979My fear of my father, my piano, my unsuppressible nomadic tendencies
By Our ReadersAugust 1979Dogwood blooms scattered along the path looking like unreal party decorations; wonderfully visible auras of soft neon; hearing the one note that we and all we sense are merely harmonics of
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