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Salutations one and all!

Take a circuitous look, discover something new/old.

You might just find something that pricks far more than your fancy–like hearing an ol’ school jam, recalling a scene from an inordinate flick, and or whispering the lines from a poem whose cadence stokes a fire somewhere in the netherlands of the subconscious.

You don’t know why, it just IS.                                                          

                                                                       It swivels around

                                                                   the inestimable space

                                                                between the first motive

                                                                 and the final cadence,

                                                              spinning perfunctorily like

                                                                     a top set to motion