The Unknown LanguageBrian Foley
The trick of mothers & fathers by their mother & fathers and so on. To have your inside voice assembled in hermeneutic smoke brewed in cauldrons of steamships. I listen with a milk glass held firmly to the wall, but hear only the privacy of mice.
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