nature
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Flying geese on high sing their freedom call, while we toil away below. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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A bright tapestry, Or ‘Tapetum Lucidum’: Animal eyeshine. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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In the dead of night, when all other birds have slept, the midnight owl flits. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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You will know vengeance! Hark! Be still my dogs of war. Masked insanity. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Just as a slanted roof slate is designed to reflect the flow of water without effort from corrupting the foundation, so too must we construct ourselves in a fashion whereby no evil can flow and the prejudices and ill-feeling of others are simply cast aside by our design. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Bountiful Goddess Nourishes All Her Domain. Life of Creation. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Foot soles crush branches left strewn about forest floor. Waking the old gods. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Dead leaves spindle forth, cast down from heredity, left cracked-torn rotted. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Through the vast black void these eyes open wide to the corona of Sol. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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A great fire blazing, using air to create ash, leaves nothing in wake. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 