take my hand and climb with me…

one hundred and eighty two degrees: ‘together we can see…’

Roll Away Your Stone ~ Mumford and Sons

one hundred and eight two

From death, like a phoenix. That which, is real. Will rise. Your heart, crowned. In light. I stand, in awe. Feeling, suddenly. Vulnerable. Facing, the power. This pure, desire. I hide.


Within the fragile substance of my soul…

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