Bleached reefs lie beneath, floral-like coral snorkel warmth & pollution. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Abstract or Cryptic? Diagonality Forms Ambiguity. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Foot soles crush branches left strewn about forest floor. Waking the old gods. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Arced revolutions dictate heaven’s direction; always out of view. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Dead leaves spindle forth, cast down from heredity, left cracked-torn rotted. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Life’s Seldom a Ball When You’re Destined to be an Isolationist. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Hair strands stand frazzled. For worrying has waded past eyebrow furrowed. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021 Cover Pic
During Moments of The Utmost Seriousness; My Face Holds Sly Grin. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Distant motes of light concealed by the distant past. Distant worlds as were. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Through the vast black void these eyes open wide to the corona of Sol. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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