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A Moment, in a sea
Moments. The heart clings.Is that the content of life past… the points of light we recall, and the rest fall into the dark interstices of memory.Isn’t that the most normal thing… like losing skin cells, all but unnoticed, they go quietly back into the churning wheels of life.As shall us all. Why then, this clamoring,…
Photographs. Sort of.