Visions From The Buttons: A Peyote Journey

The desert wind whispered secrets as I journeyed inward. Surrounded by/Flanked by/Embraced by the vastness/silence/mystery of the sun-scorched/arid/desolate landscape, my heart beat in time with/harmony with/synchronicty with the rhythm of the pulsating/vibrant/ancient earth. The buttons/These sacred discs/Those tiny windows lay before me, each one

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