in the reproduction I'm on the other side not taking your picture but getting your likeness where the stream turns and the tributary joins no asking how when lightning strikes and the swans their great white wings the clamour of their numerous souls working their way upward it's later that's all not this time it's next time a form of coherence having something to do with magnetism and grace we will live again we will inhabit a new land alive and aligned with this river of dreams and reflections sourced in hope and favourable purpose knowing an intelligent and vigorous love enduring and alive and aware