Monday, November 1, 2010

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0 comments Posted by E.S. Wynn at 12:00 AM

Creation of All
By Johann Mcdowell


When the sun rises, it brings with it a certain sound, a blood buzzing which comes to a head in the soul, colorful, awash with the pastels of time, a presaged destiny. We walk, and the sand walks beneath us. We breathe, and all of creation fills with our breath.


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