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Motes of the Unsaid
Like dry sand running through your fingers, faint susurrations of thought, ephemeral and non cohesive, falling in motes of the unsaid, creating a beach at my feet. Where is the torrent, the raging waters of inspiration? Where is the jumble and collide caused by the tides of imagination? I am marooned in the calm empty […]
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