From the blog www.blissanddrumming.com, Clementine reads this track: http://blissanddrumming.com/?p=599

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I had a dream in which I was bathed in the white ash of a fire, the ash caked on like clay. A drum started, and with each beat of the drum, parts of me fell away with the ash, old debris, old ideas, old attachments. Each drum vibration rattled me open, unburdening me, and I became more see-through, until I felt pure, my heart clear as if set in glass. Then, I saw an image of all humanity in the form of my form, millions of people making up the one standing in fire.