«¯§ Þ Ô.ö k¬»: An epoch eclisped

Friday, April 16, 2021

An epoch eclisped


 Servered & into freedom learning to breathe a new air,  in her 40s,  she stood at the end of her street.  Bells,  birds,  tyres on bitumen. Listening.  Just listening. 

With doors closed behind , the unlocking of alternate dimensions turns once more.  

Epilogue : home is a myth

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