If one weren’t so Inclined

alpining

By Mike MorganPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

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ruinous byway

stardust wheeling abysmal

limbo closes in

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Mike Morgan

I love language in all its complexity and nuance. Communication is constantly evolving as an element of immense potential and power. The gravity of words woven into story is a timeless force universally transcendent. Thank you for reading!

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