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Free Hand #79 (If there was no Time)
Time, it moves and yet it is immobile. It does not occupy space but is an abstract of it. We…
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Free Hand #78
The sun burns up, leaves begin to brown. How the eyes look onward into a horizon painted red. Colors bleed…
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Free Hand #77
Blood boiling; a silent rage. The endless night as it infects and poisons itself. How silence cuts through words, making…
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Free Hand # 76 (Light and Dark)
The light that boils and sears the flesh. The eyes are blinded. And still there is darkness around the edges,…
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The Note [a short story]
Folded up and placed away. The note began to fade as the years went by. Moving from book to book,…
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