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I. True edifice of rage
Being consumed by such force
As the hounds could bay
The gory shapes of apparitions

II. Siddhartha, your mind moves too fast, 375 more words



I. The Burning Ones.
Holy, holy, holy
Burning Ones bellow.
They presume, more smattering.
Squat in cherubic dystopias;
Belittle to beggars in soggy moonlight.

II. Faulkner told me to do it. 585 more words

Eventide Entertainment

Autumn Winds

Whilst out in the local beech woods on Sunday morning I wanted to try and capture not only the autumnal colours but also the movement of the leaves to express how windy these past days have been due to a storm system crossing the country. 71 more words

Nature Photography