The magic is never gone, it only ever mutates, organic evolution by the minute. Lay in the grass, hear her whisper as she grows in carefully calculated fractals, methodic, she knows.
The magic is never gone, it only ever mutates, organic evolution by the minute. Lay in the grass, hear her whisper as she grows in carefully calculated fractals, methodic, she knows.
Aus Gott wird man gebor'n, in Christo stirbet man. //////////////// Und in dem heil'gen Geist fängt man zu leben an.
"If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space." - anonymous
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