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I'll never forget my first one. The tree was aglow; branches blazing with enormous, yellow and orange, halcyon sunflowers. A glorious heat pulsated up my back, their magnificence radiating through all my senses. My eyes: wide, taking-in every iota of this visual majesty. Transfixed, in a state of awe, my photographic memory came into play. Snapshots of those giant suns forever imprinted; negatives pressed, into my mind. A night to remember; when halcyon sunflowers danced on the limbs of trees and the branches of my mind.
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
Hallucinations
I'll never forget my first one. The tree was aglow; branches blazing with enormous, yellow and orange, halcyon sunflowers. A glorious heat pulsated up my back, their magnificence radiating through all my senses. My eyes: wide, taking-in every iota of this visual majesty. Transfixed, in a state of awe, my photographic memory came into play. Snapshots of those giant suns forever imprinted; negatives pressed, into my mind. A night to remember; when halcyon sunflowers danced on the limbs of trees and the branches of my mind.
Many thanks to the sacred mushroom. Inspired by my very first experience with magic mushrooms - June 2005 **
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
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