The well fills, deep and muddy.
So, they bury the dead above ground,
higher than the black water can reach.
A petite girl, with dark eyes and even darker hair, smiles.
Maat shan’t find those not kissed by the Sun;
And, those she cannot find, Osiris blesses.
I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer.
With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills.
I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here.
Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.
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