There is a shelf. Where her dreams go to die. Wrapped with expensive gift paper. Coated liberally with the colours of psycedelia. Death is nothing, if not beautiful, eh? There is a shelf. Browse along. There is that one peeking from behind the cascading 'string of pearls' the one where captured movement and memories in … Continue reading The Quiet
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