East of Heart

Half-open blinds

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I’m still writing that essay. I can’t wait to tell shorter stories with a simpler language. Today marks three years since I started this page and it’s not going away anytime soon. See you hopefully on the way back out of the precipice.

I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched
Edgar Allan Poe

On the far side of the mountain the silence is more tangible
Ingibjörg Haraldsdóttir

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