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The Lesson
from Recovery Craft
by ilja_kibrik
I harked back to the city that seeks to con its lore, to the queues at the marble slabs. The eagerness of having paid the price to enter, in groups, in pairs, alone. I returned to your face with wonder from what I had seen. A farewell animal is capable of many things, the silken, spidery things to bury time with.
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