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Mar 2014
Silence said so much, a roaring din, a cacophony of nothing. It's point deliverd with expert precision. Fire in a void, snow in sunshine all improbable none impossible, all imposition. Yet predisposed in every aspect. Then came sound. Quiet at first, then loud hollow and empty. Emotionless and final.
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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