Inspired by the mountains of my youth
Herstory …
can never be said,
at least not through the myth
which we have read.
Herstory …
Is unreasonable to men:
truculent, bleeding
an impenetrable den.
History …
is of brute penetration
acquisition, possession,
a confused and violent separation
–demanding truculence, bleeding
History–to have and to hold
Herstory–can never be told
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I consider myself to be a well read and well traveled individual and these two things have granted me a unique perspective on the world in general. My mind is always in motion and I find myself constantly intrigued by the schematics of the universe. I enjoy a good beer and philosophic banter. I like the comfort of my own surroundings and feel at ease in a summer wind.
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Chris
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