On Being Here

On Being Here Cool tides in the arctic season will oftenbring new dialects from foreign borders near. The morning’s deep surge offers bits andbobs—fond musings with bright candour, not unlike buoyant desires of the odd orthe curious in their strange and crass logic. To gorge on brisk vapours that hang in boredsuspense along a stoicContinue reading “On Being Here”

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