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Anne: Rent

I wondered to myself, I wondered, who is this soul inside of me and what does it want?

Anne: Patchwork

Of all the gifts existence deigns upon us there isn’t one more precious to our kind than the misread and undervalued gift of freedom, a gift we’re blinded to when we are young.

Anne: Lunacy

Have you ever watched the moon rise on the ocean on a bright summer night when all the stars are out and by their light alone, you see your shadow?

Anne: The Guests From the Meta of Real

Can you hear us, stranger? Can you hear us, friend? The thoughts at your temples, the love in your heart, the will to remember, the capacity to overcome, the things you will make, the paths you will take, your life from outside of yourself?