My life mirrors the mason. These tall walls block the sunlight. Why then do I need my eyes? The thick bricks silence all sound. Why then do I need my ears? Where once I reveled in your beauty. I see and hear nothing. How then can one sculpture? If only from dreams and imagination. This pedestal I... Sign in to see full entry.
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