ORBIT UNDER A TREE

Sometimes I wake up with my hands over my heart . . . place to end, place to start.

DNA of ten entities, dreams and memories of the population of earth in one unit, a thought divided into billions of fragments. Animals, plants, and creatures of all kinds generate energy, turning space like a carousel happy merry-go-round. Everyone is connected, some more than most, the special ones are called the unknown. The unknown dream, and have memories they can’t explain, a few go on a quest to find answers. The journey is dangerous, comfort defeats challenge, the holdouts persist, the exceptional enter, and take their position at Rim Stone, and the view is a constant flow of spectacular.

DREAM KILLER THE TRIBE RIM STONE