| wordwool Nov 4 | After the first bite into the crisp taste of disobedience when naked flesh cuts through the thicket, we discover ignorance. "Who told thee thou wast naked?" No idea, beyond an excuse! The stars, innumerable, the seas unfathomable, obscurity wherever we look. Time ticks inexplicably by and the owl lands on our shoulders and burdens us, head spinning. | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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