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A POP DOOR
A POP DOOR

Remember that everything here’s been hand-selected by me and that I love it all.

TIMBRE TO MY MOODS
TIMBRE TO MY MOODS

If I sail unawares for too long, I’ll find myself in the realm of the spleen and not seeing my part in it.

Fiction

CHARRED

She sighs and mellows out, rolls her head towards the right and gazes through the victorian window nook, drapes open.