An elephant with his trunk raised is ladder to the stars. A breaching whale is a ladder from the bottom of the sea.These images are a ladder to my dreams. These letters are my ladders to you. “If you come to me at this moment, your minutes will become hours, your hours will become days, and your days will become a lifetime.” (Ashes and Snow, Gregory Colbert) In exploring the shared language and poetic sensibilities of all animals, I am working towards rediscovering the common

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