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My Walk-In Museum of Natural History
As curator, I place artifacts for you to enjoy between sunbreaks and heartaches. Entry to the gardens is free, as is stepping across the scuffed welcome mat. Please leave your shoes beside my garden clogs and the running shoes by the front door.
Listen for a free-form resonance of bell gongs between temporary installations. Today six peacock feathers—five of which are white. Half a robin’s egg on the fireplace mantle beside the windup tap -dance man. A Navajo rug older than you are.
Inhale the smell of wet husky fur and dusty black-and-silver-striped velvet on an over-stuffed love- seat. The reference room features a miniature Oxford English Dictionary, a magnifying glass, topo- graphical maps of Oregon’s national forests, a slide rule, and a Scrabble dictionary. Enjoy the earthy incense of clove, camphor, and sandalwood.
The Museum is a treasury of doors ajar, windows to the woods, empty gutters and silent solar panels at work. View the collection of Zuni animals fetishes (sorted by creatures of air, land, or sea) made
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