Category: Abilities
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A Block Cure

A repose, I suppose, an interlude of sorts, away from the chatter and the thoughts, away from the need to write and type, and a time to take a breather. Rest a moment if words don’t flow, wait for inspiration, or try to think up a teaser. If all else fails, sit back and watch…
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The Other Round Table

Destined to go round Without a set place Looking out to the past At a slow pace Echoes of voices Thoughts reappear Things look familiar But are we still here? The illusion of time Brings us to now Even tabling reason Asks why, when, what, how… Reality blends As fluid dreams flow Did that really…
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In the Far Away Bit

We’re now far away … as in over the hills and far away… The lands are flat and lush and green and fresh; very fresh The skies are blue with clouds with shadows on them The rustle from the trees as the breeze blows through them is melodic harmonic hypnotic A windchime nearby adds a…

