“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”
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The Whys Woman
The pen is more easily tamed than the tongue.
The path to me: past, present, future and imaginary.
A love for the unknown. A passion to learn. An eye to observe, another to understand.
"Oh! Take a shit, read a story" - My Mother on Flash Fiction
Aroused by Arête, provoking poems and ideas
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The Ridges of Intertextuallity