After disaster.Boyer Rickel
Chance governed, our concerns focused onto a single point. Your argument now with punctuation, commas, dashes, since word as ash, word as dust blown every which way, coats the streets. A face containing many other faces—is it no one? The child, given paper and crayons, drew a series of angels, speculations on the nature of eternity. The brain’s economy: one object, one neuron.
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