"Ellen Gilchrist - Black Winter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gilchrist Ellen)

It was very beautiful although I fell asleep several times during the
chanting. Afterward I lay down on my soft bed that Tannin made for me
from rushes and moss and canoe rugs and slept on it for the last time. I
dreamed all night of rainbow people. I named them all the names of the
people east of the Mississippi River whom I had loved. Mother, father,
sister, brother, child, friend. Then I got up to finish this and wrap it in
plastic and leave it here for you. Whoever you will be. It doesn't matter to
me anymore who you will be. Undifferentiated consciousness. That's what
I'm striving for. We must finish packing now. We must be moving on.

The End