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The Author

Once Follower, reader of sorts, taking Quill in hand

Sitting on the mountaintop, contemplating existence, observing the storylines, told, and untold. With every breath, a new scene, clearing palette given the same, the Author witnesses an unfolding of realities from past to future sense.

A gust of wind, more like a horizontal cyclone, tornadic proportions sweeping through valley’s…