Words come tumbling from my throat like endless, rolling waves until I add ink to my voice and the river dries up. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: The Heart of a GodNext Next post: Pompous
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A (wise) man of two faces 
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