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http://www.blar.org/sabellessanctuaryold words new visionsThe allure of errant sculptures, of charms and talismans, of the gypsy beggar's bride. Beneath the folds of this, this sacred veil, an irridescent eye, all knowing. Barefoot and wandering, seeking conch shells that speak in tongues I understand. Though this intuition may in fact be stained by that malingering hand. There is something sublime that endures in the body and through the pleasures evoked there; deeper now, that neither age, nor wine can ever fade. That angel at my shoulder never falters, but keeps me sheltered in folded wingAngel or devil? oh but there is this fierce fire. A circle of snakes how lovely- that fine feathered touch even from the huntress, And the sweetest curses fall, from the same lips that draw you in....that single shining silver blade in the blood of so many flowerssuch a lonely little echo.I take photographs and I write. I spend a lot of my time on digital graphic art. I'm into music and dancing, nature, and loving life. I'm curious about everything. I tend to be quiet and take things in. I've got a big heart for good people and no time for b.s. or drama. I like theatre, art, magic, comedy, road trips, the ocean, reading and exploring philosophy, psychology and exploring personal spirituality.