Ferociously roaring through the snow soaked cedars, hunting for that which feeds.
I find a mirror. Reflections pierce my soul as a crystal with many facets.
Mending the broken mirror takes the hands of no ordinary watch; but the Father - time.
See all; hear all; feel all.
All is; and never cannot be negated.
Doll parts.
Experiencing light on my hand for the first time I can never regret. I can never forget.
All networks of living come undone. Seam.
or seem…?
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