Ash: This is so weird...I can feel her/your supple, graceful form moving---like my nervous system was in stereo...to Turkish belly-dancing rythyms--Moroccan coffee fills my nose--my taste buds.Anima: So you just going to watch me dance-- or join me? Ash: I feel like I'm already there--- Anima: Not yet--c'mon! Oh--taste/smell: Indian curry. Sound: gypsy violins.

Ash: What? What's happening? Anima: Why so surprised, Ashley? I'm an...aspect of you. Why be surprised when we touch, I flow...into you? Returning to the source...cold...gurgling...refreshing...Anima: ...But free to crest the wave of y our hopes--your desires...both you and not-you...laughing at classification and categorization...smell the sea-salt...feel the surf-spray... Ash: Ooookay. Surreal.


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