Written by a practitioner of mathematics, philosophy, taiji, gluten-free cooking, chant, meditation, gardening, and renovation, with no particular end in mind. Were there an end, it would come too soon, and the Path would cease to Wander.
betrayer—at once perfect and doomed—shattered pieceswithin—pure light unfetteredwithout—a chained illusion
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