To gently become untangled, to float, and to go where the wind takes my soul.
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“Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.” – WB Yeats
To gently become untangled, to float, and to go where the wind takes my soul.
The Teller of Tales 