I can be a man of

melancholy and mirth.

I believe, this condition, a

symbiosis of uncultivated

contraries, and for reasons

outside of reason, is native to the

ancient echoes of wolves and

loons lamenting to a

dusky moon somewhere in

the northern sphere of

water, rocks and trees.

It is a grief and it is a


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