Shangri-La
for what are we if not, a mere legion of lucid dreamers walkingamong windswept planes as reality becomes a myth on the road to true salvation daydreamers, we are clutching a compass which failed its true north again and again unwilling to shed these cages of flesh, casually rotting and yet its latent core shall bask within this darkened void on route to Shangri-La…
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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