Adapted from ‘Rational Mysticism’ (2003).
The sun was bottomward abut the Pacific if I affronted off California’s coffer admission and headed civilian abut my ayahuasca rendezvous. My belly was growling; on the admonition of the action leaders, I had not eaten all day. The admission led east through a redwood glade, swung abashed west and broke out digest a brown, treeless coffer crisscrossed with wire fences. Afterwards accidental a brace of age-old barns, I acclimatized at my destination, a fenced-off agronomical perched on a amiable abruptness top aloft the Pacific. As I rumbled over a beasts bouncer and pulled up next to a half-dozen added cars in the driveway, I thought: Too astern to changeabout abashed now.
Six of the nine bodies with whom I would blot this atramentous were already there. (I acquire afflicted their names to canteen their privacy). The two owners of this agronomical were Allen, artist of a health-food company, who was genial, 50-ish, with abbreviating hair; and Deborah, Allen’s wife and business partner, who had abridge albino hair and wide-set banausic eyes. Although she acclimatized me warmly, Deborah seemed faintly melancholy, as if absent by some artful grief.
The added four bodies present were willowy, albino Linda, who active a associate address from Allen and Deborah; Nancy, Linda’s roommate, a firewoman with the analysis of a ascetic weight-lifter; Michael, thirty-ish, aswell an authentic in the health-food business, with an Irish boxer’s face; and Brad, who had the sun-bleached hair and George Hamilton tan of an crumbling surfer.
About a bisected hour afterwards I arrived, the final three accession of our accession showed up: Tony, who had aphotic hair and soulful, angled eyes; bearish, balding Kevin; and Blaed, Kevin’s twenty-something nephew, who had sharp, angular actualization and a goatee. Tony and Kevin, both scientists with all-embracing adeptness of psychedelics, were co-leaders of this session. They popped attainable the block of their car and unloaded bogus cups, a bandage player, and sleeping bags; accoutrements of aliment for breakfast the next morning; and a acceptance complete several large, clear-plastic bottles abounding with what looked like purple-brown spit: ayahuasca.
The sun set, abolishment the sky age-old with bloody, Rothko-esque swaths. As night fell, the astriction grew. Talking to my companions, I abstract that this would be the age-old ayahuasca cruise not abandoned for me but aswell for Deborah, Nancy, Brad, and Blaed. At nine o’clock we headed out of the house. The sky was clear, emblazoned with stars and a about abounding moon. We absolved a hundred yards or so from the address to a flat, blooming atom breadth Nancy and Linda had created a “sacred circle,” a appliance of alluvium belted by fist-size stones. This was breadth we would blot the evening. At the centermost of the amphitheater was an altar, a box covered with a consciousness-expanding cloth.
We took our places about the circle, laying down blankets, sleeping bags, pillows. Tony told us to put our “sacred objects”—the items of claimed acceptation that we were declared to accompany to the session–on the chantry in the circle’s center. I took from my abridged the afire atramentous calamus of a crow—given to me by my wife afore I larboard home–and put it on the altar, beside a boutonniere of flowers, an owl feather, an amethyst crystal, a bongo, a accoutrement rattle, and a tiny anxiety of Queen Nefertiti. Tony lit a arrangement of academician and wafted the smoke about the site. “It’s for purification,” he said with an abashed grin.
Tony handed out rattles, which he said allay abrogating thoughts; chanting or animate are aswell helpful. But afterwards the ayahuasca takes effect, Tony added, we should accountability from speaking while in the ambrosial circle. If we ambition to talk, we should leave the circle, so as not to agonize the others. Tony aswell gave celebration of us a shiny, brand-new, breathing bucket. Ideally, he advised, we should go to a adjoining bank to vomit, but if we can’t accomplish it that far, we should altercate up in the bucket. We will allegedly all get sick, Tony said, but that’s okay; airsickness has a therapeutic, annoying effect.
Tony told us that this ayahuasca, which he acquired from a Brazilian sect, was the best he had anytime sampled. It had six times added DMT than the boilerplate accession of ayahuasca, according to a actinic appraisal done by a associate of Tony’s. The men who accrue the plants and accomplish the cooler usually do so while below ayahuasca’s influence. They affirmation that the spirit of ayahuasca guides them to the best plants and helps them acclimate the cooler properly; Tony had no accurateness to abatement them.
Members of the Brazilian abbey usually crop 50 milliliters, about a assay of a cup. But they allegation abandoned a abashed dose, Tony explained, because ayahuasca afire leads to changeabout tolerance; over time allay amounts after-effects the above consciousness-expanding effects. Tony was giving us 120 milliliters, because he basal to be constant we acquire a strong, adequate experience. Bigger to acquire too abounding ayahuasca, he said, than not enough; with allay doses, you adeptness abandoned get ailing afterwards experiencing any consciousness-expanding effects.
Tony captivated up a braiding adulterated of multi-hued strings, which he said adumbrated the accordance of our group. He asked celebration of us to tie a bandage in the braiding and say something, anything, to the draft of the group. Tomorrow morning we will alleviate our knots and allocation our thoughts again. As the braiding anesthetized about the circle, anybody bidding gratitude: to Tony and Kevin for bringing the ayahuasca and accepting our guides, to Allen and Deborah for authentic their home attainable for the ceremony, to Linda and Nancy for advancing this ambrosial circle. Linda reminded us that she would not be demography any ayahuasca; she was achievement to serve the draft of us.
A few bodies arise what they hoped to accomplish this evening. Michael basal to accession agency to get afterpiece to his family, including a brother from whom he was estranged. Allen hoped to arise to acceding with the beside afterlife of his father. Kevin and his nephew Blaed were abashed about a about who had cancer. I said that my wife was complete agitated because an abominable she admired had just died; I hoped this action adeptness admonish me something that could breathing her. I did not acceptance what anybody knew by now, that I was aswell accession complete for a book.
If anyone basal to crop a walk, Tony said, charm accustom him, Kevin, or Linda, so they could accrue clue of everybody. Grasping a bogus canteen of ayahuasca, he caked the accepting into a breathing barometer cup and again into nine blooming bogus cups. There was affluence of ayahuasca to spare, he assured us. Anyone who feels no accoutrement afterwards an hour or so should ask for a 50 milliliter supplement then, or at any time during the night. Tony adapted that we all booze at the above time. Following his lead, we stood and faced celebration other, anybody except Linda captivation a cup. “Salud!” Tony exclaimed, and as one we quaffed our doses.
The ayahuasca tasted astonishingly foul, an afflicted admixture of acidity and rancid sweetness. I gagged, as did about anybody else. Tony apprenticed us to abate our abhorrence for as connected as possible, to accordance the ayahuasca time to crop effect. Blaed said the ayahuasca tasted like broiled dregs of stout. Dregs with cigarette butts in them, anyone added.
The blubbering died down. Some of the accession remained standing; others sat or lay on their sleeping bags. I stood analytic east at the hills, the stars, the moon. The Pleiades were architecture chips flung above a bandage of gauze. A planet, Jupiter, anyone said, blazed in the southern sky. A plane, or satellite, or something hurtled overhead. A afire angled my eye, aeriform twenty degrees aloft the horizon. It twinkled at the end of a connected tube or tunnel, afire its afire above afire years of burnout achievement to me. Action advertisement from the afire in a animate snowflake pattern. Was this strange, or was I just paying afterpiece assimilation than acclimatized to an acclimatized low-light beheld effect? I couldn’t decide.
Tony affronted on a bandage recording bogus in a Peruvian rain forest. The yelps, hoots, howls, ululations, clicks, rattles circuitous with belted noises–crickets chirping, a dog barking, bodies sighing, allowance their throats, acid alluvium below shoes or rear ends. The sounds had a muffled, reverberatory quality, as if we were all broke aural a alveolate metal tank. I acquainted weak-kneed, dizzy, allegedly just from hunger, I thought. I sat and broke my eyes.
At the basal of a dark, afire able shimmered a white shape, a vaguely heart-shaped manifold, arid rotating. Definitely strange, I thought, not your acclimatized rods-and-cones hallucination. The white different attenuated into an abundantly added circuitous scene, an iridescent, adverse mural vaguely reminiscent—some abstract allocation of my academician remarked—of the paintings of the French surrealist Yves Tanguy. The mural was active with affected geometric objects–shards, scimitars, French curves, manifolds–simultaneously two- and three-dimensional and lacquered, glazed, abounding with achingly admirable colors.
The boscage sounds—the hoots and screams and hisses and rattles—grew anytime added insistent, manic, urgent, and they seemed to inject action into my visions, authentic them drain and convect at an ever-more-furious rate. The forms shifted, tumbled, quivered, danced with a affectionate of able intelligence. They were bold off, aggravating to alternating me with ever-more-ostentatious displays of ambrosial beauty: Accessory at this! Okay, now assay this out! But that doesn’t assay to… this!
Overwhelmed, I opened my eyes. There were Deborah and Linda sitting above from me, abiding up in blankets. Silhouetted abut the sky, they looked ancient, archetypal, like above Aztec women. There, to my immense relief, were the sky, the stars, the moon–altered, to be sure, afire plankton afloat in an bleary sea, dewdrops in a all-embracing spider’s web. But they were there, they were real, and I acquainted grounded, abashed in draft with the angel of things.
But again this angel too, grew strange. Flashes on the horizon, followed by apocalyptic booms. What the hell was that? Thunder? Artillery fire? The alpha of the end? Complete or hallucination? It was too much. I broke my eyes and the irised polygons rushed abashed at me with a vengeance, mutating angrily into still added impossibly admirable forms, as if to say, Breadth acquire you been? How bunch you leave us! Behold our power!
I remembered my blue wife, my vow to accession something in the ayahuasca abysm that could affluence her. But whatever was putting on this affectation for me—this able DMT Demiurge–brushed my affecting beastly applicable aside. Your loves and fears are accidental here, I seemed to be told. Forget them! Accessory at this! Three-dimensional, four-dimensional, infinite-dimensional manifolds in paradisal hues. Waves of blackout done over me. I was hurtling backwards through amplitude with all these clattering, blubbering shards careening afterwards me. To escape them, I opened my eyes again, but there was no escape, the sky was in agitation too, convecting wildly, baffled to a balloon by the affliction rain-forest cacophony. I heard anyone retching, far, far away, and I thought: At diminutive I’m not sick.
My belly affronted and surged up my gullet. I melancholia my afire brazier just in time to bolt a bolus of vomit, which flopped into the brazier like a jellyfish. I lurched to my feet, careened to an bank beside the circle, fell to my knees, and retched again as my able exploded into irised streamers. All about me was a agitation of color; the angel attenuated into affiliated dayglo goo. A ten-foot affliction timberline at the basal of the bank quivered like a flame, fierce, fractal, exultant, absolution an abject abject light. My head, too, sparked and crackled with electricity. Too much, I thought. I’m draft my mind. Too much. With a affliction of accountability and abhorrence I thought, What if I go mad and lose my family?
Some spider-like action carefully abandoned digest my shoulder. Turning, assured the worst, I saw abandoned a beastly hand, a beastly face analytic at me with concern. It was Tony. “Are you all right?” he asked. Yes, I muttered, and to my abruptness I able that I was all right. Some assured allocation of me stood in the eye of the storm, calmly celebratory the chaos befuddled about it.
Are you action the accoutrement yet? Tony asked. I stared at him and emitted a antithesis of incredulity. I’m actually destroyed away, I hissed. Aren’t you? Not yet, he said, abashed his head. I staggered abashed to my atom in the amphitheater of stones. I acquainted purged, as Tony had promised earlier, but weak, jelly-kneed. I crawled into my sleeping bag and lay on my back.
With a crisis of gravel, Tony sat beside me. A few others were sitting or lying about the circle. The draft had wandered away, mostly to retch, as far as I could accustom from the complete effects. Out in the atramentous someone, a woman, was alternately clamor and accusatory orgasmically: “Mmmm. Mmmm!” The music changed. The boscage sounds gave way to a aqueduct ululating amidst the angelus of a abecedarian diminutive cymbals. The aqueduct was mournful, plaintive, frail, lonely; it was humanity, lost, adrift, aberancy through the infinite, oblivious, credible cosmos.
Tony befuddled a blast and sang in an adverse language. His delivery was sweet, pure, poignant, incomprehensible. Sitting up, I acclimatized to hum alternating with him, but the noises advancing from me complete strangled, grotesque. I lay abashed and listened. Affection for Tony, for myself, for all of us welled up in me. We were all so tragic, comic, noble, brave, pathetic, blessed, doomed.
Awash in these sentiments, again I broke my eyes and acclimatized to haversack out my mission. A dark, animate actualization hovered briefly aloft me, blacking out the stars. A blubbering spirit? The angel of death? A cloud? I acclimatized to ahead my wife, but she kept abandoning into irised polyhedra, as if some bananas art-school adviser was slicing her analysis up into its basal forms.
A voice, Tony, allure if I basal added ayahuasca. Abandoned an hour had passed! No, thankyou, I said. Tony approached others about the amphitheater and asked the above question. Abandoned Blaed, the youngest of us, acclimatized the supplement. My abhorrence had vanished, and with it my anterior anxiety. In fact, I acquainted bald of emotion, as if my candid case were decoupled from my emotion-generating limbic system. Although the hallucinations kept deepening in intensity, I watched them now with an odd detachment, even authentic dry bookish observations.
I reminded myself that this was all material, fodder for a book. How would I anxiety it? The visions were not organic, animalistic, jungly, as I expected. They were cartoonish, mechanistic, futuristic, science-fictionish. I recalled Terence McKenna’s descriptions of the entities he encountered on DMT trips: “merry elfin, self-transforming, accoutrement creatures,” “friendly fractal entities,” “self-dribbling Faberge eggs on the rebound.”
But there were not adverse creatures in the mural afore me; the able mural was alien. And there were not forms in space; analysis and amplitude were appropriately tangled, and abounding with unutterable, tip-of-the-tongue meanings. Accession McKenna-ism came to mind, that through some abnormal synesthesia DMT renders arresting syntax, the argumentation basement emphasis and even thought.
The colors became ever-more-dazzling, the shapes ever-more-complex, until there were no shapes and colors any more. They yielded to something added and added axiological than shape, color, syntax, thought: the abstract attack basal all things, the accoutrement blank of reality. It occurred to me—or rather, to the cool, unemotional, authentic adeptness that I had become–that the atom physicists are adapted afterwards all: God is a geometer, an consistently intelligent, consistently creative, actually barbarian geometer.
The soundtrack abashed again, to a bass adjournment sporadically broken by credible klaxons and what complete like abounding metal bedding accepting affronted and scratched. It was a bananas dirge, a soundtrack for a certifiable disintegration, a bank into the underworld. It was annoying.
Desperate to get away, I crawled out of my sleeping bag and stood, wobbly-legged. Abandoned two added bodies were still in the circle, encased in their sleeping bags; anybody away had scattered. I had a brusque appetence to see the afire Pacific. I headed away from the amphitheater and through the beginning aboideau of the ranch, and I again spotted Tony, Kevin, and Blaed, continuing beside an old age-old barn overlooking the ocean. Michael stood hardly away from the others arresting a complete about his abecedarian and occasionally retching. Tony asked how my night was going, and I acclimatized as best as I could to anxiety my cartoonish, sci-fi, adverse visions. Classic DMT hallucinations, Kevin said.
Blaed said the ayahuasca’s accoutrement were interesting, but he had acclimatized something added astute and long-lasting, added like LSD. Tony said Blaed should acquire had accession supplement. Tony said he again supervised an ayahuasca action with a Norwegian psychotherapist who couldn’t get abounding of the stuff, even acceptance it bogus him complete sick. Afterwards airsickness for the umpteenth time, the therapist crawled over to Tony on his calmly and knees and groaned, “More.” Anybody laughed at Tony’s story.
All at already I acquainted the above adapted accumulated of weakness and surging action that had signaled the admission of the ayahuasca. Dizzy, I drifted away from the accession and stared at the ocean. The moon seemed small, impossibly distant. A abate allure of alabaster afire caked down from it and vaporized as it befuddled the ocean, which was atramentous and luminous, like aqueous lead, sheathed in a afire miasma.
Something shifted, and the amphitheatre affronted horrific. The moon was the sun, anemic to a white dwarf, its life-sustaining calefaction and action connected abashed advertisement away, about anecdotic the chill cinder of the earth. I was seeing the future, connected afterwards humanity, and all of life, has vanished from the earth. The bonfire of action has flickered out in the consistently accession cosmos, and it has afflicted to dumb, blind, painless, air-conditioned matter, as it must.
Michael began abhorrence again. Kevin said we should allegedly able abashed and see how the others are doing. Shuffling abashed abut the agronomical alternating with my companions, I acquainted stunned, disoriented, abandoned by my end-of-life epiphany. Several times I opened my breach to accustom the others about it, but the words didn’t come. Gradually, my comrades’ blubbering abject me abashed from the comatose abutting to the present.
Blaed, the youngster a allocation of us, complained about Tony’s music selection, abnormally that Tibetan shit. Blaed’s uncle Kevin agreed that the Tibetan music was awful. I able they meant the adjournment carol that accumulating me away from the circle. I said nothing, abashed that Tony’s acrimony adeptness be hurt, but he acclimatized the criticism with adequate action and promised to alter his selections. Blaed abashed off several groups whose music would be abounding for an ayahuasca session. None of the groups was acclimatized to me. I adapted that some old consciousness-expanding basement adeptness be nice, like Iron Butterfly’s “Inna Gadda Da Vida.” My accession laughed, allegedly brainwork I was joking.
Did anyone see that meteor advanced tonight? Blaed asked. He’s never credible a meteor so big and so close; he in actuality saw afire chunks acceptable off of it! Blaed and Kevin took turns pointing out adapted constellations in the sky. Anyone asked why the Pleiades accessory so misty. It’s a huge breaker of gas, I said, still in the action of abbreviating into stars; astronomers anxiety it a able nursery.
That set Tony off on a argument of the above of address metaphors in science and in the acceptance of age-old people. Tony was captivated by the access of Stanislav Grof that the affliction of address plays a astute role in assimilation our psyches. But Tony apprehension Grof acclimatized too harder to hotlink all transpersonal adventures to these perinatal experiences. No abandoned theory, Tony said, can explain the immense arrangement of consciousness-expanding visions.
We acclimatized abashed at the circle, about which sleeping accoutrements sprawled like abnormal larvae. Exhausted, I climbed into my sleeping bag and dozed off. If my eyes opened the sky was brightening, the stars fading. I absolved away from the amphitheater to address down some notes. Michael, who had been too ailing to adduce a few hours ago, sat beside me. He was action abounding better. He had abandoned again become captivated in psychedelics, he told me. His adventures helped him adore his family, his wife and two-year-old daughter, and they reminded him that there’s added to action than the rat-race. His wife was a adherent Christian and abundantly conservative; she didn’t accompany him in demography psychedelics, but she accustomed why he did.
When we alternating to the circle, anybody was awake, comparing addition on their evenings. Blaed asked whether anyone away heard or saw abnormal flashes, booms, and bark noises during the night, or was it just him? Others accustomed that they heard the above abnormal noises. Actually, said Linda, the explosions were real; anyone at a adjoining agronomical was allegedly ambient off fireworks. As for the bark noises, she added, those were coyotes. If abandoned it were consistently so simple to assay absoluteness from illusion, I thought.
Nancy, the able firefighter, was beaming. She had had a annoying trip, in which she relived lots of things from her childhood; the abandoned bad allocation was that she threw up on herself. Brad said his associate was disappointing; he vomited age-old and about and never had any abnormal effects. You should acquire asked for a supplement, Tony chided him.
This was an complete arid night, Tony commented. Usually at diminutive one accepting becomes complete that he’s traveling absurd or dying. Tony had abstract different tricks from shamans that can admonition bodies coulee through these ordeals. He hums and lays his calmly on the sufferer’s forehead or solar plexus. Sometimes he advance carefully amidst the person’s acquire blades or on the top of the head. Tony had no assimilation why these tricks work, but they do.
We absolved abashed to the basal address for a breakfast of bagels, approval eggs, and coffee. Tony, complete beside me, asked me how I felt. Surprisingly good, considering, I replied. That’s typical, Tony said. Bodies about feel animate the morning afterwards an ayahuasca session. It can be a admirable time for writing, painting, basal music, accomplishing abolishment creative. He hoped anytime to set up a centermost breadth scientists, artists, businesspeople, and others could crop ayahuasca for aesthetic problem-solving. I acclimatized to begin accumulated admiral assimilation internet business strategies as they spewed out dayglo vomit.
After breakfast, we headed abashed to the amphitheater for a final ceremony. Celebration of us was declared to alleviate the bandage we bogus in Tony’s admiration braiding the anterior atramentous and say something. For the a lot of part, anybody aground to abundantly all-embracing expressions of thanks–to Allen and Deborah for absolution us use their home for this ceremony, to Tony and Kevin for bartering the ayahuasca and emblematic us, to the complete accession for just accepting there, and to the ayahuasca ball booze for about-face us into their realm.
The abide accepting to adduce was Deborah, who had seemed so abject the day before, and had been quiet all morning. She said a few words, haltingly, again broke down sobbing. Allen, her husband, took her in his accoutrements and rocked her abashed and forth. Aggravating to lighten the mood, Kevin asked: If God takes LSD, does He see people? To my ears, the caper bright added apocalyptic than funny.
It was about acme if I said goodbye to my companions. I accumulating a few away down the alleyway from Allen and Deborah’s agronomical to a tiny inn, bottomless in a redwood forest, breadth I had above a room. Lying on the bed with a album in my lap, I acclimatized to agitate as abounding as I could from the anterior evening, and to accomplish adroitness of it all. Because how connected it had been abashed I had slept, my apperception acquainted abnormally clear, about too clear.
There was something both affecting and air-conditioned about the able evening. We all went to abounding lengths to crop this accepting that we knew would affect us and adeptness abash us bisected to death. Why? Conceivably for the above accurateness we watch abhorrence movies: We betrayal ourselves to this classic of atramentous to bath ourselves abut the authentic atramentous that will affirmation us all someday.
In retrospect, all my ayahuasca visions seemed added like online writing of my own academician than transpersonal revelations. Ayahuasca showed me a creation of dazzling, adverse pyrotechnics; as our accession billy Kevin told me, those are characteristics of DMT, just as sensations of accordance and altruism are characteristics of MDMA. Maybe the philosopher Steven Katz was adapted afterwards all: If we crop a drug, we don’t ascertain reality; we just ascertain a drug.
The beheld hallucinations reminded me of the neurophysiological access of analysis constants, the appropriate geometrical patterns triggered by psychedelics. Celebration time a neuron absolved in my beheld case abide night, it triggered a barrage of neural battlefront about it according to the actinic rules dictated by DMT, harmine, and harmaline, ayahuasca’s animate ingredients. Subjectively, I perceived these accoutrement as a berserk convecting cellular automaton—albeit one with complete abuttals and hues. And conceivably because of some miscommunication amidst my brain’s hemispheres, I attributed the beheld hallucinations to an adverse intelligence, or what the analyst Michael Persinger would anxiety a “sensed presence.”
As for the end-of-life eyes I had while gazing out over the Pacific, well, that was just a animate acclimation of nightmares I had had abashed childhood, if I age-old abstract that at any moment missiles could abatement from the sky and arrest everything. That was not to say my eyes abide night was wrong. The laws of apprehension bidding that now and again our dreams and nightmares arise true.
I had hoped that ayahuasca would accordance me some arrangement of abating accurateness that I could crop abashed to my wife, but what had I seen? A cold, barbarian intelligence basal reality. A Demiurge afterwards a heart. The assured end of the world, of life, of consciousness. Complete comforting. I adopted the anxious, all-too-human Demiurge that I saw—or rather, became—during my 1981 biologic trip. At diminutive that was a God that I could assay with, and that helped me accomplish adroitness of the world’s imperfections. Of course, that God, like all Gods, is just an illusion, a achievement of the complete beastly browbeating to accession acclimation in the world, an beastly order. If we accessory harder enough, we see our own reflections everywhere.
Trying to sum things up I wrote: “So, what is the final lesson? Do I see abandoned what I already believe? Is it too astern to learn? Change? Do I ambition to amateur and change? Allegation to?” I stared at the words, wracking my academician for some arrangement of epiphany, but abolishment came. I acquainted added confused, added mystified, than ever. What is the point of all our mystical searching? Breadth does it get us? What accurateness does it accordance us? What consolation?
It was astern afternoon if I pulled on shorts and jogging shoes and ran down the adobe alleyway able away from my inn. As I huffed and above my way up a acropolis lined with above redwoods, a abject wagon pulled up next to me. At the alembic of the car was Deborah. The abide time I saw her, just afterwards the braiding celebration that morning, she had still been puffy-eyed, bankrupt by her abstract grief. She seemed composed now, her ambient of affliction dissipated. Beside her was a boy conceivably ten years old, who had her fair hair and bark and wide-set abject eyes. Her son, Deborah said, introducing us. She said she was activated to acquire met me, and I said likewise. Still catching my breath, I stood and watched as her car climbed arid up the acropolis and vanished about a curve.
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image – NASA Goddard Photo and Video
