Deep in me, there still persists, stories untold, histories unknown, depths unimaginable, towers unbuilt, words unuttered, and legions unheard of. All of them are coming with me to the new year and Nimo. Recognize or ignore us at your peril. For within us, there still remains, a journey untouchable. Watch us soar, unreachable.
Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 
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