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From the highest hill…lies the valley. For all you can see…the sea is still vast. And yet the question remains: where was it that you stepped last? Long and hard—the die long cast—you’ve traveled many lands, wore all the shades of grey, and although the creator you are, it still remains as much a mystery […]

Eyes Closed When Open Eyes Absent When Closed Eyes Side Ways When Sleeping Eyes Wide Still Sleeping He’s been in the slow death Divining Magnificence

You crack your neck and let out a breath… A breath that has been but a patch of air trapped in the marrow of your bones… Your very first breath… The moment of your birth… And now…