...in the colours of the clouds,
carving through Winds, I came upon a hill of broken light and melted sand. How could I see the fields below? Where once walked a human being, now rose an empty Soul ready for the tender noose of slavery to the Social Demands and Expectations of people I hated. How beautiful was the wintered breeze of Dawn. ...Toffears
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