She came to me in twilight
with bright-gilded hooves conveyed the stories of sages and vagabonds with no agenda or compass visible and yet, their destination clear as monsoon rain I was, but a leaf drifting always drifting downstream where the harvest moon awaits....
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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