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About Me

The forests deepen in the gloaming, spread out along the foot hills beneath the marching mountains. Their heads shrouded in the low hanging clouds that cover the delicate blue sky. I am dancing on the edge of the woods, skipping across the sighing stream. I curl myself into the dreams that sneak across the moss ground, and whisper the name of magic...
I live a life tucked away in a cubical and sometimes I just have to break free with a burst of creativiety...that most the time falls flat on its face. But that's okay.