Birds have the wonder of the stars in them.


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It is as if we are cast in the shallow rippled waves of some forlorn island, dank, primordial. Shipwrecked. We are borne in the hull of an uncertain slave ship, at an undecided time in history, unaware. Born into a darkened box, that sometimes feels like a Boa Constrictor. Black, invisible walls close in, with every breath anew - with every ( Read more... )