What are babies hearing before the filter of symbolic thought is put upon them? Songs of Angels? The heartbeat of the world? Dreams of the mothers? We will never know. Sometimes all is lost with innocence.
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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