I want to learn how to read until the music of the words flies past the annotations and into my bones.
olivet poetry is the journal of someone who loves strange cathedrals, trees overflowing with sunlight, the ocean before a thunderstorm, and wisdom from ancient worlds.
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Great to meet you! Our work orbits around how the true isnโt the rational, conflicts of mind, ontological ironies, the fate of beauty, belonging again, (re)construction, and some good stories.