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musings

Posted on Oct 17, 2015 by emmylgant

The musings of my mind are not amusing. Stories don’t come out metaphors have no form the mountain doesn’t speak neither does the sun he just passes through leaves and skids on roof tiles on his way west without a … Continue reading →

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