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tried to write about things, but i feel suddenly hollow, resonant.
but there is this; she knows.



only i'm not sure how i can be the beginning and the end at the same time.

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this morning when i stepped outside, i spotted a dead chipmunk with claws curled and mouth gaping open. sometimes i think that a fascination with death is not morbid; for me, a death-fascination is as much a life-fascination. the chipmunk's eye had the appearance of clouded glass- frozen in time. i think of all the creatures who have been preserved ( Read more... )

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