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The past, the future, majesty, loveβ€”
if they are vacant of you,
you are vacant of them.

I’m heading out… the road beckons. And I abide. It’s a magical place–one of immediate consequence, one where you are you in your most potent form. And she is a me I adore. A fact that can bring me to tears and has, followed by a giggle of my own Read more…