Littlest Brontides | cereseithne
Traverse
The whimsical farrago of fervor clad in words set down in a posy redolent, ivory parchment──a superficially subterranean passage that steers you to a disparate locus and time. Mayhaps, a convoluted sphere structured way with a flux of electromagnetic force that transports me to your wondrous imagination with my feet off the ground.
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Littlest Brontides
PoetryAn anthology tackling the cosmic baffling collision of societal conditions and the incalculable prejudices and other musings coming as littlest brontides with a hope that their low rumbles may find their ways to you. Always and forever, Ceres Eithne
