THE WEAVE:
Jupiter turns his dingy,
into a sailboat…
He speaks to himself as he floats his hands behind his head... "There is no Wind to fill the Sun -fish sails. A dead Sea. A glittering surface. Calm enough to walk upon, I wager..."
Intuitive Astrologer. Star Scribe. Myth Maker.
He speaks to himself as he floats his hands behind his head... "There is no Wind to fill the Sun -fish sails. A dead Sea. A glittering surface. Calm enough to walk upon, I wager..."