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The Interior Castle
Maria Berardi What seems to be strong because it is hard is actually, merely, brittle. This Fibonacci Sequence, this spiral staircase, pinecone, nautilus, fractal landscape. This private math. How long has it been. It is always now. The bitterness, the utter cold, the wind tearing at prayer flags on the fringes of Anapurna sacred, forsaken. |
Carl Scharwath, Seeking You
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