Timeless
like the gentlest of leaves f a l l i n g t w i r l i n g upon the naked windswept belly of autumn words always offered such comfort to me parted clouds where sentinels stood with crumbled hearts and yes, at times almost to the death of me but words always offered such sweet serenity and I shall not forsake them now…
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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