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The smooth, black, bitter delight as I look out on a flood of fury, fear, and movement. The gray wind wet with wrath becomes a means for my soul to wander back to the One.
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Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
Neoplatonism and Barry
The smooth, black, bitter delight as I look out on a flood of fury, fear, and movement. The gray wind wet with wrath becomes a means for my soul to wander back to the One.
zac-shawhan
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Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
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