🧶 ode to bear this story — this respite
So many questions to clew into. Coming or going. Fleeting at that. Bulging into mind for a moment then slipping out of time — into our hands. Feeling, sensing — how to hold it, to be in the mythstery.
🧶 Entangled Clew — Rolled up entwined in these stands to this very day, evolved over eons, within this last fairytale you’ll find a clickable Clew or two awaiting you — gifts with the sense of story strung through…
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