Observations from the Bottom of the Page
In the city, all his stars were windows...Windows to the world outside,Where the world swirled by,Leaving him alone and cold.
Max,Something like an atomized story.Geof
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In the city, all his stars were windows...
Windows to the world outside,
Where the world swirled by,
Leaving him alone and cold.
Max,
Something like an atomized story.
Geof
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