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The world is comprised of the four directions; I stand squared within, eyelids closed tightly, gazing sightlessly upon the nothingness that is, the nothingness that isn't; a blind navigator hoping to discover the impossible path back up the rabbit hole to the reservoir of tears some men call life. ~mce
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
Up The Rabbit Hole
The world is comprised of the four directions; I stand squared within, eyelids closed tightly, gazing sightlessly upon the nothingness that is, the nothingness that isn't; a blind navigator hoping to discover the impossible path back up the rabbit hole to the reservoir of tears some men call life. ~mce
mike-essig
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
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