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Drift, Into space, bend time. Walk between...silence. Above the stillness, distantance. Where do gods dance, Do demons slay laught…
Drift, Into space, bend time. Walk between...silence. Above the stillness, distantance. Where do gods dance, Do demons slay laught…
Dear Reader, In the old circles lips to ear, was the ways it was passed down. I would like to try this in a modern marketing sens…