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    The Nefelibata

    By Courtney C Trowman

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    The Nefelibata tells the story, or rather many stories, through prose, free verse poetry and haiku of someone who does not obey the conventions of society, literature or art. It asks you to live in the clouds of your own imagination… to rebel against societal expectations, literature and/or art… to feel the earth through your bare feet and soul … to travel and leave life behind for a while to let the spirit of the landscape and architecture move you… to appropriately mourn the endings of things … and most importantly allow yourself to change your mind, your heart, and your life in the continual effort of expansion and standing tall in your authenticity. It is about evolution ... the evolution through love.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLulu.com
    Release dateNov 29, 2017
    ISBN9781365872389
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