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Biscuit

It’s a beautiful day out. The sky is bright, the clouds pleasantly passing by, inviting dreams from the world below them. Today it seems that every child is out playing and doing what children do best. That is every child … Continue reading

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Perpetuam Memoriam

There are some memories so far back, so deeply and imperfectly ingrained into my psyche that they hardly seem like memories at all, but something so much more basic; some deeply felt but never understood phantasm of action devoid of … Continue reading

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