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Low level gloom tripping over my feet all week. Thought it was anxiety, back again, pounding at my head and heart. Black branches like arteries in my face, sinuous, raw. Shabby steel fences blocking my path, every turn, until the only thing to do is to stand still and feel, and smell the dark air;... Continue Reading →

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