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Summer

brother and i by the fire in a town hanging over the sea. he talked and i looked off, thinking. turned back to answer, he wasn’t there. instead, a dead crow in his chair. i didn’t know magic and figured … Continue reading

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House

traveled up to the mountains on the shadow of a whim. took my bike, brought a blanket. short hair and a beard is my preference in the family’s old log cabin – winter new zealand. spent the mornings chopping alone … Continue reading

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