I was in search of it too. Not in Europe or India or anywhere below the seven spheres. Escape from the labyrinth of contradictions, leaving Philadelphia at the beginning of this journey was no road, but there was a way. Walk ye in it. Peril with blessing walked, their hands knit. While Mark Leon when to India, Karl Hillie to Dorethea Dix in the search, I went down the sawdust trail like it says, then I walked the road past the dragon reeds, to Glastonbury, up the Tor, into the Snowden mountains, from the Puntaneous shore, didn't stop for air, took strides, made music and sounded up here in these accounts where I tell nothing at all. Don't tell. You can go where you want. Don't tell the miracles, come.
--IPP Interpost -- Transworld DataPort, Mortal Portal ---- reflection filters fathomed from rigorous translations of the third in the fourth Dim Sum and back to the third preserved in Scrolls.
Tuesday, January 16, 2024
In Search of the Miraculous
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