Klosi: Dea Klosi


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Dea Klosi on 28 August, 2014 09:18:00
 
I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was hiding its last
gold like a miser.

Landscape with Flatiron
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Dea Klosi on 25 August, 2014 19:35:00
 
The light of the moon transformed the shoreline into a sharpened sword blade.
The winter waves were strangely hushed as they washed over the sand. Miyake was
the only one on the beach.

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Dea Klosi on 25 August, 2014 19:31:00
 


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Dea Klosi on 06 August, 2014 08:10:00
 
The atmosphere was that of a warm sepulchral chamber, thick, loaded with incense
and the smell of melting wax, hot oil, and the breath of all these sick persons.
Now it was Julian's lot on that day to read aloud part of the Apocalypse.

Presences
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Dea Klosi on 06 August, 2014 07:20:00
 
My great wood lectern and the fire Till I could hear their hearts beating: One
is a harlot, and one a child That never looked upon man with desire.