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Dark Night Walking with McCahon

Out on that hallowed ground I felt my own consciousness go, not into exile or oblivion but into what was round about ... like McCahon when he was lost in here, I had surrendered my identity; I had, like him, become just another entity among entities: as the trees pulled up moisture from the earth and exhaled it through their leaves into the air, so too did I inhale and exhale, so too did the insects, the birds, the animals; clouds and stars were likewise mortal bodies that expanded and contracted rhythmically for a long or short while then passed away. In 1984, in the palm grove in Sydn.

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