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We are the music makers…

We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers And sitting by desolate streams;— World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale

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My Soul Longed

“My Soul Longed”By: Arvell CraigMy soul longed for, the love of it’s life. A kiss in the day, and a touch in the night. Impromptu escapades where we travel by

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Casualties of Love

Pulsating throbs are ever present reminding me of the costs. And yet all I can think about is when can we dance again. Both realities are present and

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Edge Living

I want to keep myself on the edge, but not fall off. Living far from the crowd but not be haughty nor proud.  I want to be secure with

The Handoff — A Weekly Letter
One handoff a week. What to give the machines — and how to trust them with it.
> ok. your first handoff arrives monday.
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