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Shhhhhh…

… I’m writing. I’m fighting. I’m flighting my fancy out into the sky: a swirled-up mess of strange. I’m (un)boxing my shadows, inviting them to play. I’ll say what I mean and (not) mean what I s(l)ay. I’ll stay. But … Continue reading

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