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Rooted nudes dance ever green in whirl of flurries Sheer white skirts twirling.

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Destination: The Void of Possibilities

A year in the Borderland seeking horse knowledge. Guided by hoof-struck inspiration, each mile is a day wrapped in mid-October Myst. Eleven symbols for ceremony from a wellspring of blessed water hidden in early morning Myst. Each mile is a … Continue reading

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