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the journeymen like the last tribe
of Ethiopian jews outcast of this earth as a stone thrown scittering across the rivers of time sinks its story lost in pristine waters which do not judge and only forget they struggled on their only lodestar now a solitary blue mountain streaming weird epiphanies set against a pinkstone sky embracing the dusk and finally…
if the world
were reduced to atoms even the smallest crumb can devour the universe
Altiora Peto
we live and die in this world but will not leave it untouched as may an angel
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