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This Is Northern New South Wales



Textures of scale, harsh and rough to the skin, The Secrets of Ages amongst layers within, Neglected and frozen with lack of attention, Soon turned timeworn with mass oxidisation. This is bareboned and skeletal me, Scarred and in ruins from the mist of the sea,… Read More »RUUUUUUUUUSTY…

Soul Sanctuary

I crashed back into a neighbourhood near you after living rural for quite sometime. When I say rural, I mean way enormously rural. You could see the neighbours house two kilometres away, as the cocky flew, way over there. You could see the dust from… Read More »Soul Sanctuary