Dormant Volcanoes
so often we are intertwined in this slow dance of pretence tippy-toe upon the egg cells of our true hearts desires in favor of civility the plastered smiles the cautious tip of hats deflecting the gaze through the windows of our dormant volcanoes lingering, erupting again and again….
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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