Brothers

Alan Wildsmith
Dec 12, 2025
1 min read

I know,

Even if he doesn't,

That we are.

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Stood at the foot of the mountain, learning my sherpa’s language. I mustn’t assume, and should be willing… if I choose to follow. Paths pounded by these guides for thousands of years - my life depends

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Eggo rolls around. In his egg. Fear, his translucent shell. "It's just me. Rolling around." Strange things permeate his crust. They frighten him. Never lets on mind. "Meaningless!" He exclaims. Even

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Dreams are just the contents of the day! And mind is matter. So you say. At which solid, inner theatre have you seen them play? The stage? The writers? The director? The clay?! It’s simple, lazy

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