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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…
Altiora Peto
we live and die in this world but will not leave it untouched as may an angel
even diamonds have flaws
the finest jeweler cannot see without them they become worthless like something the Gods throw away
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