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i.I speak to maps,with my writer’s fingertipstracing borders, roadsblisterlessly walked. ii.In his voicedwells the dust of desertsthe scent of rose waterand nostalgic songs. iii.beyond the end of mapsthe world is […]
i.I speak to maps,with my writer’s fingertipstracing borders, roadsblisterlessly walked. ii.In his voicedwells the dust of desertsthe scent of rose waterand nostalgic songs. iii.beyond the end of mapsthe world is […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff