we locked in
Some days are for surrender you shouted with an ironic distemper and a look of imminent depart that you held from the very start.
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a trek across the formerly unfamiliar, fortunately puddle-ridden forest of the literary tradition I seem to have since stopped, stooped, stared, and found myself anew at each body of water’s edge. The...
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