The many faces of 2.
- Stars, my friend -

Eternity, always a part of it, and looking at the arc of the infinite just above our heads it reaches us from other times still. It surrounds us, alike a warming coat when its cold.. assuring us this is not the end. Never keep your head down, look up and once in a while face them.. so they may face you. Ah' perhaps.. to have been glanced by the stars, eternally.

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Projectlist:
- He was a shade.
- Keep dreaming boy.
- Stars, my friend.
- Beech and salt.
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