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A THING MONSTROUS AND FREE

  • Writer: summer
    summer
  • Mar 18, 2021
  • 1 min read

For me, we crawled very slow as if hovering in the air.

We were wanderers, unknown ourselves as we struggled--cursing, praying...

We glided past like phantoms.

We could not remember because we were traveling, leaving hardly a sign--and no memories, but a thing monstrous and free.

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