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Oh to delineate the mix of passions, when all the heads converge in mourning, the start of their own quiet circus, to be revealed upon the main stage. ~ Theirs is a craft unlike any other, a territorial nirvana perhaps in eyes solo to the universe. Nearby, questions always remain, tamed in discretion. ~ What…
About the Archivist
This is a site based on my writing with a focus on cathartic moments and points in my life that I hope might resonate with readers.
Occasionally the topics might be rather severe. Please liken it to writing and expression of life and the human condition. Please look for the good and kind solutions to everyday life.
What Crosses My Mind 