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Swirling grey fogs close upon my mind silently lulling me, relaxing me... Soothing mists brush my brow, cool, quiet, ethereal vapors subtly changing; eldritch wraiths of forgotten worlds and dreams coming to befriend me, guiding my mind into faery worlds and spheres... Gently, ever so gently, I am cast adrift in the infinite oceans of eternity, becoming one with the immeasurable universe... July 14, 1972

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