TO REMAIN IN DUST UNTIL.........

THE LESSOR OF ALL ARTIST AWOKE AMIST PILLINGS OF CUTOUTS AND MAGAZINES AND YET


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THE SHADOWS STOOD STILL AS THE WIND SLOWLY DREW TO A SILENT BREEZ. STILL A CHILL UNDER CLOUDS DRAWING APART.

WHY DO MEN PLAY HUNTING GAMES ONLY TO VANISH ? A WOMAN MADE OF LIGHT IN THE CLOUDS ASKED......

THE CHILD STARED IN SILENCE " MOTHER ? ".......