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Oct 2011
I wander the catacombs
weary and alone.

In the infernal heat
I perspire.

A journey perpetuated
by an uncanny ability
to feel the
estuary
of
superstition
and
supernatural.

Lead to
the deeper mystery
of
reality versus perception

where

we question

Truth.
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Catacombs.  Uncanny.  Superstitious.  Estuary.  Perspire.  Journey.
Judy Ponceby
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Judy Ponceby  Ohio, USA
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