I was there: the poetry of time travel

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If meditation is time travel, then I have been there with Leonardo and Sandro and Lisa. I brushed against their cloaks of country-rough sackcloth or city-thick velvet trimmed in fur, and run my fingers over the heavy embroidered stuff of their Sunday best. I’ve worn a wedding gown of stiff pearl-encrusted silk.

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