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vVerse: One Tick at a Time
The following is written (and submitted) to Visual Verse: Vol. 03 Chapter 12. Those Arpeggio Days If we were flowers, we’d be crisp around the edges by now. Fragile and bee-stung, holding on to our last harmonic breath. Grasping at last aesthetic hope. This morning you said that you finally understood the world. It’s…
It's Still Life 