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sometimes its hard to know where to push your head through the illusion of this world. what is outside the portals of one's own eyes as you pass through the curtain of pleasant shadows for the head may lead as your hair tingles on the edges and the heart chooses to remain in the nest it has made in this current world. as words flow through the boundaries of space and time past where the stars and moon dreams of a richer geometry . For the smallest world May be folded Safe inside Imaginations notebook.
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
Ad Astra Per Aspera
sometimes its hard to know where to push your head through the illusion of this world. what is outside the portals of one's own eyes as you pass through the curtain of pleasant shadows for the head may lead as your hair tingles on the edges and the heart chooses to remain in the nest it has made in this current world. as words flow through the boundaries of space and time past where the stars and moon dreams of a richer geometry . For the smallest world May be folded Safe inside Imaginations notebook.
andrew-rymill
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
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