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Fleeing velvet walls of pristine night. The journey aided by the wailing baby’s cry. Moving, gliding half-aware of prying eyes and misforgotten deeds. I slide thorough this incarnation, a journey on the back of sea turtles and uprooted flowers. You cannot see how real this is. You cannot connect with the distance traveled, yet […]
Morning Star fallen Clouded Skys preventing Truth So many voices reminded by the evergreen That love and renewal is eternal Faith springs anew in the deepest woods Its Xmas time the longest night and shortest day The Oak King reigns once again.