in here we cannot hear. the swirl, the swash of decibels resound like the thumping, waving pounds ... Read full text
Everythings cyclic, we find ourselves repeating without even realising it, always on the verge of something. I loved this. Regards Lauren
the loss of innocence, the comparative metaphors. Such a clever piece, Sean.
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Everythings cyclic, we find ourselves repeating without even realising it, always on the verge of something. I loved this. Regards Lauren