She Had Some Horses

This is not a book. It is an opening into woman light, into hatching, into awakening. The ruined & dismembered, imprisoned, dispossessed, ride out on a bright thundering of horses in a light of illumination and love. Who touches this book touches a woman. If you want to remember what you never listened to & what you didn't know you knew, or wanted to know, open this sound &n forget to fear. A woman is appearing in the horizon light.