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From the warren I view the world; From the warren I venture timidly, Ready to rush back to its relative security. It's not my warren, but I'm comfortable - Well, not exactly comfortable, but secure. Made not for me, although it has a familiar scent; A temporary sanctuary - a base from which to venture forth. And from within its warm depths I've furthered an internal warren, Full of rooms connected by labyrinths Of hallways still tunnelling unheeded Into a myriad mysterious locations: Twisting, turning, looping, surprising, revealing. Both the warren I inhabit and the warren I've developed Help to cement this reality; Help to appease; Allow me a freedom to explore my environs; Explore local watering holes and those further afield; Explore inner landscapes, disconnected and relevant.
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
Warren View
From the warren I view the world; From the warren I venture timidly, Ready to rush back to its relative security. It's not my warren, but I'm comfortable - Well, not exactly comfortable, but secure. Made not for me, although it has a familiar scent; A temporary sanctuary - a base from which to venture forth. And from within its warm depths I've furthered an internal warren, Full of rooms connected by labyrinths Of hallways still tunnelling unheeded Into a myriad mysterious locations: Twisting, turning, looping, surprising, revealing. Both the warren I inhabit and the warren I've developed Help to cement this reality; Help to appease; Allow me a freedom to explore my environs; Explore local watering holes and those further afield; Explore inner landscapes, disconnected and relevant.
21/1/2010 The Missing Link - Gaia's Boy Toy
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
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