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It started back in Glasgow, after the visit to a praying ground.
That night, a yellow emanating ring appeared in absolute darkness.
Everything else had disappeared.
What a moment of clarity.
Thought contours, building layer upon layer.
A figure, a voice, rises from the abstract realm.
Stoma. It was a motherly cactus whispering - hey Emma, hey Emma, hey Emma.