“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Sunday, February 21, 2016
Isness
Something said, It Is
All that I can do As Is
It Is, what It Is.
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