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Sandstone, Star-birthed Knowing.

Just when you think, why? images are inverted deep in womb, there’s a melody of wind on the brink of swirled chemistry somewhere in-between Just when you think, nothing can be birthed, sparrows emit from unseen holy and woodpeckers on … Continue reading

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