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Oil on canvas. WITH THE FULL MOON DIRECTLY OVERHEAD It was quite light in the forest And Although these were the higher latitudes Of the dream country of Sheol It was still warm from the heat Of a summer day. The nightly drift of air From the Carcosian Desert Carried resin smells of honey wine Juniper berries Turpentine Calamus and cinnamon. Now and again A breeze from the Nameless Sea Beyond the Mountains of the Seven-Headed Serpent Drifted across the fork in the road. 👁‍🗨