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Stories older than kings, these exist as stories told with old ones, imaginings of messengers, seers saying this is the vision, made as plain as pi, point, plumb, line, and wall, man, made in the imagination man imagines, and affirms, this I die to know, I am made to be a doer of this, listen
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Aug 2, 2021
Aug 2, 2021 at 6:15 PM UTC
In the wind...
Stories older than kings, these exist as stories told with old ones, imaginings of messengers, seers saying this is the vision, made as plain as pi, point, plumb, line, and wall, man, made in the imagination man imagines, and affirms, this I die to know, I am made to be a doer of this, listen
_ yes, in the wind, give it a year... listen, speak when spoken to... how strange we seem, men of few spoken words... who serve to hold winds in fists once used to hold clubs and swords and guns.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Aug 2, 2021
Aug 2, 2021 at 6:15 PM UTC
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