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If we look deeply enough into art or read the numerous meanings behind the words of poetry, we can see and feel the higher depths it has to offer. To breathe "in" experience and breathe "out" poetry, to succumb to the internal reservoir that requires acknowledgment, and to connect our humanness to the world, is the ultimate art form, says me, a bias poet.

This blog is dedicated to exploring the imagination through short stories, poetic prose, paradox, and metaphor, with the vines of philosophy weaving itself through sentences, creating threads upon threads in the "search" of wisdom, pointing a spotlight towards the mysterious and unknowable facets of existence..

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When mystery collides with imagination we become the seeker of ourselves and observe through the invisible lenses of reflecting projections.

~Leya Hunter. 

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