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time to shed, shred, tear away the masque illusion & walk naked into the dark winter rains' wyrding -- threads still taut-tied to silent looms myth is not destination. the beak pierces my skull with ratatattat messaging until sendings are ignored no more
Ohhh what a great image this brings. Excellent work, Michael.
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