Doesn’t everyone have their own Rock Island ? Their own little patch of sand ? Where the slow waves crawl and…
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When the child like view of the world went, nothing replaced it…nothing replaced it…nothing replaced it… I do not like being…
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About the year 1200 the monks of Glastonbury discovered the bones of Arthur buried near to those of Guinevere. Beneath the…
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White landscapes in our memories. The cold hunger we have endured embracing the lukewarm winds. We hail our Gods we will…
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– Empyrium – Of Moors And Misty Fields Pt I
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… there is another world … -Blind Guardian-
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We turn our heads towards the setting sun. The beauty and the light of the one. Who will be gone so…