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Daily Archives: November 6, 2010
Butterfly Wing: an alcaic
The smallest gesture multiplies instantly: a careless murmur, effortless whispering, with armor piercing force, it thunders; delicate palimpsests shudder, helpless. The silence of an infinite solitude, in just an instant, changes its character; and shouting, loses shape and substance, wallowing … Continue reading