Towards Eden: A Vision For the Exiles

I fell asleep on the floor among my papers and pen and awoke later – dragging myself into my bed…In that inbetween place the first line came to me from when I went to sleep – “I fell asleep, dreaming, on hardened ground” and I knew that I would write my own ‘riff’ on Wendell Berry’s Mad Farmer poems…

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