Legends

Some stories can never be captured- not for lack of words, but for sheer exceedance of what this berry world embodies. It is the monster which sleeps invisibly beneath the child’s bed. It is the form in the depthless shadows. It is the soul. It is the micros of a world which shatters when the word “love” is first spoken. It is loss. It is hope. It is life.

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