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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The simplicity of touch.
The merger of two different but intersecting thoughts.
A million possible outcomes but here we are, the theory of chaos distilled down to an ellipsis of gestures and not of words, like the silent commune of two souls mystically intertwined. Who dare speak to that of which we are, to conjure things beyond such base discovery? If you could run afoul of things you would- far better to damage yourself before another could by living with the pain you know as opposed to the pain that you don't. Who could blame you? Not I. Who I am to you but a reflection of your wishes and desires, meted out in the smallest of doses. I am your wind. But you, oh you, you are my wings.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The simplicity of touch.
The merger of two different but intersecting thoughts.
A million possible outcomes but here we are, the theory of chaos distilled down to an ellipsis of gestures and not of words, like the silent commune of two souls mystically intertwined. Who dare speak to that of which we are, to conjure things beyond such base discovery? If you could run afoul of things you would- far better to damage yourself before another could by living with the pain you know as opposed to the pain that you don't. Who could blame you? Not I. Who I am to you but a reflection of your wishes and desires, meted out in the smallest of doses. I am your wind. But you, oh you, you are my wings.