..the urge to let the realm know, is mine, its mine. Will even let the green grow spread dark, will even let the thunder go faintly, in the deafening stormy rain.. My war is not Read more…
This is the first of its kind of entry. My mind craves time to connect to self (to see whether the fire is still there under the ashes or just the remains of once so-called conquer-the-world Read more…
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