“The answer is you and I, it always is. In that sea of dust, there was nothing. Quiet, not a wave, not a sound. In that flat endless world, a soft and gentle breeze started to blow.”
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We share the same affliction, him and I.
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I sit cross-legged before the mirror yet again. What do I see? I see a face. Is it me, or some Other?”
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Real-life paganism is beyond the blood, drama, and telekinetic miracles on television and is rooted in natural connection to the Earth’s seasons.
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The Sydney sulk followed me to the country.
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