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Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Twelve
By WILLIAM PRENTISSI lie here mortally disconnected to humanity, only God! Sis, not sure if I can hear while I lie in abeyance, a dormant state, cognition unknown but to...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Eleven
By WILLIAM PRENTISS My world is obsidian; it was formerly gray splintered by veiny shafts of ochre spasmodically penetrating the unseen with countenance warming spumes of hope, now curtained in...