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I Am A Soul Archaeologist. {poetry}

I am a siren, a witch, a soul archaeologist, I move my eyes purposefully, passionately. I crawl across muddy waters, knowing that my salvation is near, digging through the misty confusion tattooed on your memory, I drink the waters of your washed-out roads, your uneven terrain, your collapsed caves.

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A Seeker’s Guide To Contentment.

Sometimes you need to lose focus, get dirty and drown yourself in deep levels of frustration and confusion in order to feel that familiar and fond invitation to discover new unfathomable levels of clarity. For that is our job as the seekers of the world. That is our purpose.

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