"... It's Magical Trees... Dapple The Sun as They Sway With Each Lazy Breeze. They'll Set Your Mind At Ease. Pretend You're A Child... With Nothing To Hide... Then We'll Join Hands... And Let the Universe Swing By. We'll Lay Our Fears Aside. Hold Me... Here We Can Soon Be Born Again. Trust Me... Believe We Can Still Be Born... Again. We've Been Sleeping All Our Lives... At Last We Can Open Our Eyes." - As Sung By Carly Simon

Extract Of Hidden Abstract Pattern I "Pulled" from A Digital Photo of a "Vision" As Seen in Another "Magic Mirror" Of Mine. 31 Aug 2016 - 25 Days After My Beloved 4th Husband John Died A Very Bad Death, At Home, In My Arms.