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sSomething found apon Redwater search,

Dears,,, "sSomething... Redwater search" brings the Driver to focus, seven songs to be released two months today as, "the Driver & Somesun", the first more narrative focused project of mine under the name, K. Olivier. rumors of Sound & Performance persist. I will speak more.

; writes...

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a five hour stretch of Drive between two rivers holds a vague echo of nothing more than a few ms. Names spoken within I can see (& to a degree, detail) renditions of which will be later revealed to both you dear reader, and myself. now I share of the Driver, found in depths of Redwater somewhere off the coast in such aforementioned region known as the Wraparound.

spt1st2023- in Two months a year ago such monument named Driver was dredged up from depths of Redwater, and in the months followed made himself love and queer family of soon to be Faye or Alloway or Allohe... I saw them! through and under moonlight in trans bodies there was lust and power only to be found in the "blistering heat" of summer. this City resides around the edge of cruel Wraparound, and from a certain angle I can see the space between, like if one was to peer apart the two surfaces of a page.

Aside, the first place found such anomaly was in my dear Bardon, where I once was a visitor I now live; I can see the Wraparound on all sides of me from the morning to evening, she whispers to me of so much more than I ever thought, a Driver a Coyo't, weak Thrower and finally reasons and arcs for such dear Augustine (ofWHOM I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN!) but that is besides the point. I will write soon, and once I do something will change, I know it.

L or now,

K "

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lungs, behind lungs

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Everything is powerful and queer love is ancient

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orange sun, through a lens

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The Lighthouse, version 1

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Llighthouse, a watchtower

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I am they now, and look outside.

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I will be a be a boy at times

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Hold my hand and I am your girl.

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I miss you, up north, northern lover

I wish to grow old with you

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Days passes, I have held her close always; storm passes with heavy rain, I reside elsewhere.

There lies a large bedroom with wooden walls and wooden floor; someplace I had not been before.

Algid howls air past windows; yesterday’s steam ran away.

My room holds me high; as said, wooden floorboards hold my weight.

Garden admires her I see;

I can see her, even from afar.

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I hold dear the ceiling under which we sleep; I am held close.

There lies a bed and closets; dark room at night reads light under clouded sky.

Days are humid and tired; slowly and safe.

I am reminded in memory of a small room elsewhere, further down the hill in which I dreamt once; my hands run circuits around the room, around her; leafy breadth and quiet breath.

She sings to herself;

I hear her, from afar.

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These sounds and messy pages move quietly; too quickly, sometimes, for me to notice.

Thick paper feels almost damp in this weather; I struggle, at times, to recall details.

Dinnerscene superseded; I have not seen Augustine since, in the past twelve days,, a flurry of loud work leaving me drained as I now rest; howls as day passes once again.

Outside the room dwells gardenhead, watching downhill; we wander on layered, in long grass and flower weeds, birdbath chimes; cold wind lingers throughout the evening, late evening turns quickly now.

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I speak to her, even from afar.

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spider passed

spider has pass-ed

spider passing

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in

spidergarden

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Days passes, I have held her close always; storm passes with heavy rain, I reside elsewhere.

There lies a large bedroom with wooden walls and wooden floor; someplace I had not been before.

Algid howls air past windows; yesterday’s steam ran away.

My room holds me high; as said, wooden floorboards hold my weight.

Garden admires her I see;

I can see her, even from afar.

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I hold dear the ceiling under which we sleep; I am held close.

There lies a bed and closets; dark room at night reads light under clouded sky.

Days are humid and tired; slowly and safe.

I am reminded in memory of a small room elsewhere, further down the hill in which I dreamt once; my hands run circuits around the room, around her; leafy breadth and quiet breath.

She sings to herself;

I hear her, from afar.

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Days passes, I have held her close always; storm passes with heavy rain, I reside elsewhere.

There lies a large bedroom with wooden walls and wooden floor; someplace I had not been before.

Algid howls air past windows; yesterday’s steam ran away.

My room holds me high; as said, wooden floorboards hold my weight.

Garden admires her I see;

I can see her, even from afar.