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A village with many stories.

"ATLANTIS WISHED (Anagram-Sonnet)

Within sad slate,
wind halts a site.
The island waits,
sans tidal white.
Awe hits its land—
At dawn, this isle
tilts wise a hand.
It stands awhile.

In wash, last tide,
the sand it wails.
Wan salt, it hides
its wit and shale.
Its death in laws,
it lies and thaws."

—@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

"Their methods were controversial, the results debatable, but it cannot be denied that their legacy is an intriguing one."

I resent any alteration, however minor, to the fortress of my routine. My routine is a raft on rough seas, forever in danger of capsizing. If i have any self besides the patterns i create, i do not know of it.

Jesus wept.