Ancient Promises


Walk with me now, back to the earth, and let your lungs fill with ancient promises.
Hidden just below the surface are the eternal roles for which we were auditioned, from first breath to last.
Ever mindful of our place, we know that what has come before will never be again, and what has yet to be was never promised.
And yet we remain curious creatures who create and deadened disrupters who destroy. Like the gods rendered in those old locked away stories, our jealousies and weaknesses fuel our desires as often as they rouse our enemies


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