At August's End we have come to engrave onto my time a new page of recorded history that i call mine. A sketchy, debonair atmosphere sometimes staunched by the presence of this unaccomodating humidity around. A discussion of minds, put down in the most laudable of all possible forms of communication. It shall be honest, diligent, fusion of dreamlike beauty with the ugly head of reality and be the fundamental touchstone of this existence we like to term it life. So without too much of the relation of modern-day gloom and the drone of habitual routines for the moment, the sash is cut and my blog (in want of a more archaic and classical mode of expression) shall be set in motion.
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