March 2012
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There is somewhere a hidden museum of stories untold, snippets still attached to fallen texts, drabbles still messily written and indecipherable on the edges of notes for English class. A mausoleum for all of these forgotten, decrepit words that lies in this patch beyond.
You roll the phrases you remember around, but they don’t fall into the right quarter/nickel/dime/penny slots. They...
