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Charlotte Boulay

Aubade with Pericardium and Visitor What a wreck the sky is this morning, slashed through the middle and all bloody at the seams. When the new moon falls on the first of the month it seems unlucky, such absorbing darkness it’s hard to get out of bed. I open my mouth to test a thought… Continue reading Charlotte Boulay

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