How often I found where I should be going only by setting out for somewhere else. Music, art, imagineering. Nothing further to add except the future, of course. This place is for arts, music, loose ends, finds and thought piles curated by corwoodsiva.sdnmtwindow magiccorwood manualbloody hands ltd.
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James Craig Annan, The Dark Mountains (1890) (via inevitablefragments)
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