Perched on top of a cathedral, looking at the prosaic side of thos inspiring arches. Bricks and slopes and bird shit and a little spidery friend. The sea shimmers. It feels whole.
Just a bit from the journal.
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a collection of writings in various stages of construction or disrepair by cj rene
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