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This murky substance of limitless facts emerging from squid sacs. The mystery of how you came to be whether wriggling under my skin or dripping down stone manuscripts. Hearing the words which you scribble down is the only way to make sense of the transient world around us. Splashed and spotted across the page you are the “what� in what makes a paper the reason we look back in the rearview mirror. We owe all this to you.

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2009-10 Parallax  
2009-10 Parallax  

Idyllwild Arts Academy Student Literature/Art Magazine 2009-10

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