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Oct 2015
watching and staring,
I can barely see anything at all.
thoughts cascading,
a triple spiral
mountain run-off.

fever dreams flashing,
I'm sick, I'm sick.
entrance stone turns to sand.

cars are hissing,
tractor trailers are roaring.
something holy lives here,
three realms.
land, sea, sky.
I think if I put more time into this it could be really cool. Or maybe just considering a series based on this sort of idea.. or maybe it just doesn't make sense.
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   --- and Sean Fitzpatrick
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