| Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. Thar be monsters. |


always autumnHide my face against your collar Eyes clenched tight to keep the world from getting in To focus only on what is real and perfect In this world of symptom and pain And disappointment.always autumn
Fabric permeated with warm cloves and spices A dark, heavy, woodsy smell-- masculine and perfect Reminiscent of damp leaves in autumn Wood stoves on a cold, crisp night The way smoke perfumes the frigid air And ministers to my aching heart Incense offered to the saints To cleanse and purify the soul.
Curling deep into your strength and love Arms wrapped tight to hold
| Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. Thar be monsters. |

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It took 3 nails to save your life.
Don't believe me?
1 through His left hand, 1 through His right, 1 through His feet.
1+1+1=3
Any questions-comment back to me.
Your gallery is rockin'.
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I'd explain it to you, but your brain would explode.
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"If anyone desires to be first, he must be last of all, and servant of all." [Mark 9:35]
"From now, we two will share one will together:
You are my teacher, my master, and my guide." [Canto II 112-113, The Inferno of Dante]
See you later!
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