Thursday, 6 April 2023
In Praise of Shadows
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Diesel smells better than frankincense And windows are better than glass panels I invite you to my opinion an opinion too damn hot to handle...
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They say home is where the heart is But maybe it’s more than that… It's more than lone souls wandering on cold cobblestone tiles It’s th...
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These hills embrace me. And whilst the Kookaburras may laugh, there is no judgement here. For amongst the folded mushrooms and stretched v...
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Return to ritual. For what else do I have but dry crumbs and spilt cups. Follow the smell of burning incense and listen to the soft shuffle...
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