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This year and half gone a melancholy march, hope betwixt a
This year and half gone a melancholy march, hope betwixt a highland and a lowland road. This play that writes itself yet bides of time its curtain...

Words sometimes fall from me like a lonely waterfall carving
Words sometimes fall from me like a lonely waterfall carving out the rocks in worn down desperation it is easy to create myself with artisti...

“The guest is inside you, and also inside me; you know the
“The guest is inside you, and also inside me; you know the sprout is hidden inside the seed. We are all struggling; none of us has gone far. Let you...