When I was lost in the fog, it was as though nothing else existed. And, afterwards, it seemed incomprehensible that I ha — Alexis Hall, Glitterland
When I was lost in the fog, it was as though nothing else existed. And, afterwards, it seemed incomprehensible that I ha — Alexis Hall, Glitterland
When I was lost in the fog, it was as though nothing else existed. And, afterwards, it seemed incomprehensible that I ha — Alexis Hall, Glitterland
When I was lost in the fog, it was as though nothing else existed. And, afterwards, it seemed incomprehensible that I ha — Alexis Hall, Glitterland
When I was lost in the fog, it was as though nothing else existed. And, afterwards, it seemed incomprehensible that I ha — Alexis Hall, Glitterland
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When I was lost in the fog, it was as though nothing else existed. And, afterwards, it seemed incomprehensible that I had ever really thought like that. Self-recrimination inevitably followed.

— Alexis Hall, Glitterland
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