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I post on multiple accounts, so I may go for a long while without posting on this one.
Translation: do not expect regular uploads
" When your lungs release their last few breaths, you slowly start to remember the naps you took with your mother when you were smaller, when you tried to copy her breathing to the same rhythm as yours. " Explanation: This ...
β Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure. β I had a dream I was a wolf, chasing a doe through the forest. Eventually, I caught her, and snapped her back leg between my teeth. She struggled, she kicked, and s ...