Blown Glass

No. 053November 21, 20246 lines1 min read

Out of any other.

How does it look through The glass of the window blown by memory? You can mind-hop, but you can't really see Out of any other.

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Part of a living collection since September 2024.

No. 53

6 lines · 1 min read

134 total entries and still expanding.

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