Limbo
I remember winter refusing to go quietly caught between the ripples of joy and misery the bells of the old cathedral reverberated, piercing the soft membrane of memories that fade to shades of night where dust settles in such beautiful layers
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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