Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hu — Isaac Marion, Boarded Window
Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hu — Isaac Marion, Boarded Window
Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hu — Isaac Marion, Boarded Window
Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hu — Isaac Marion, Boarded Window
Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hu — Isaac Marion, Boarded Window
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Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hunger.

— Isaac Marion, Boarded Window
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