Spiritual Noise: Signal converters busted

Zerp. Fizzle. Pop.

Wessel ‘24

Stoic AF, I can’t even tell you. In the dark of my mind plotting by the light of a flickering candle. I see out into it all, watching. Tentative swipes at something, what is that? … that… that thing? Sharp, thorns aplenty within my grasp. Eyes closed, hands guided by heart. Path worn, walked long ago, stars long unseen.

Excerpt Spiritual Noise Vol 3
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