Where else is there to be? When the voice calls across the soils of time.

Where the light modifies the form of isolation and in this fabrication is an 

exquisite transforming.

This transformation goes beyond the inconsistencies of everyday. Travelling to bountiful verge of not quite, in the soul of the earth.

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