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I went on a journey and now I’m back I went to the edge and it wasn’t all black Sitting at the event horizon of his influence I looked upon my foe to study…

How can I explain what home grown, oak smoked, fatty bacon, smells like, when it’s frying? How can I describe in words the salty, sweet umaminess …

Bird chirps la la la, as piano fresh notes tinkle over the warm stone floor. Frosty day, bright sun and clear skies through the steamed …

On The Eaves Of Existence How substantive is solid, amongst the dappled eaves of experienced space. Does your coracle float where the shadows dwell, does it fly…

How grown up are we, we who agree to disagree You think this and I think that there’s nowhere in the middle you and I can meet at. Fortunately, It’s obscure…

Soul Caster. Midnight, deep velvet green night, upon the endless sequined, star strewn bolt of shimmering eternity. Silver coracle bobs, barely ruffling the…

We are born we grow and we die. We live, we experience and we learn. We are born alive, experience happens and we change. Is that change metamorphosis, an…
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