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Musings on Travel
Sometimes the world swallows us whole. Drags us through the mud in order to just be, live, survive this system which encases us. A world where even the beauty that rises from…
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unSacrificial
My body. The body of my mother. The body of her mother. Always ready to be the altar available to receive the communal sins and pain of all. If there…
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