To understand the beauty of the self is to dance on a knife edge in purgatory.

She was like an incomprehensible riddle
that demanded a solution
even through a detour to the understanding of the deep mysteries
she was willing to dive into the vibrant chaos
it was dawning in a time of folly
with fragmentary clarity.

Houses in the abyss

Nature and Landscapes

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