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Hacivad Bey whispers on what is most important…


Today started early with Hacivad Bey, who crept up onto the windowsill above us in what the French refer to as “crepuscule“ or that ephemeral fleeting neon-turkuaz blue only found at dawn and dusk. Leaning over the edge of the cream-colored … Continue reading

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