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I write with the emotions of the ocean, its tumbling waves and crystal reflections. I write with a quill, never a spoon—show, never tell. In my words find my soul, for if not soul, my words are nothing else.

In the pages of this tome, stories and poems will form. Tales of fantasy and the future, poems of heart and hell. Darkness, light, and the twilight in-between are herein inked.

Old Nick

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