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I came to a place stripped bare of every light
And roaring on the naked dark like seas
Wracked by a war of winds.
From a little spark may burst a flame
But yet the will roll’d onward, like a wheel
In even motion, by the Love impell’d,
That moves the sun in heav’n and all the stars.
Layers, textures & comfort is what he needs. Colors, shapes & vision is what he sees. Learn more about our philosophy.
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