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Transformation; rainbow; snow;
Barren; green buds grow.
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Press Persecution
In the near future, in a perilous state that humankind finds itself in, the weight of expectation so paper thin, it rests on the last gasp of democracy: the press. In a spade of witchunts and murder, journalism has become so sparse that only the very daring and reckless will commit themselves to its envious thrill and dubious role within the last frontiers.
By Karl McBeath3 days ago in Poets
Elderly Woman Behind the Table in a Large Town
The glass of Absinthe sat before me. It’s quite amazing how despite such terror rendered upon their stones in the preceding decades, these streets still held the beauty I first read about as a girl. I never dreamed I’d set foot on these cobbles, at least not safely.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 days ago in Art
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