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Torn: its the first i’ve done that removing a line from the spiral… Stream torn to open the flow, torn the edge, now it’s no longer straight, there’s a bend, rough edged bend, bend in the path, on the way to the Torne is a place my mother used to take her horse to ride

A new to me, yet ancient remedy, left on my night stand next to a cherished book, a strange experience putting oil in your eyes, i neglected to cap the medicine tightly and my night time pillow wrestling knocked it over. After cleaning up the morning mess, including the special to me book jacket disappointingly