Seems like a hundred years I've been waiting by the door
But what's a lifetime between friends that cross over realms and back again.
Down a road of thought you'll see the last sign
And time has worn a trail to my door
But it'll be open if you ever pass nearby
And if you arrive in the dark of night... there'll be a light.
Following my restless traveling spirit wherever it may lead; making art, taking pictures and writing notes along the way.
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