It is not thy fingers that brought thy touch, nor thy murmurs caressing my heart. It is the notes the sounds they craft, the melody of songs with words left out.
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A journey into the mind of a hermit. The cradle of his thoughts opinions and memory. Decorated with wit, character and poetry.
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