Clay Mills
Like turning the corner in an unfamiliar place, afraid and uncertain, feeling of déjà vu, the connection of all things and the strange sameness of that.
Clay Mills
Like turning the corner in an unfamiliar place, afraid and uncertain, feeling of déjà vu, the connection of all things and the strange sameness of that.
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