Now I stand here, facing the -mare and the dream. I sing to my beloved, and she sings to me.
Sing to Me
Now I stand here, facing the -mare and the dream. I sing to my beloved, and she sings to me.
We flow, blurring the fading wike between writer and write
Writer and Linguist
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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