All the inches of a holiday are measured in shadows.
We eat in a way to which we are accustomed,
And we return, diaphanous,
To the language from which we momentarily paused
From speaking.
Name That Trauma:: Scott on an Alien Commercial
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Hi KT Team, When I was young, probably somewhere between 3 and 6
(1989-1992) I was home sick with my grandmother. I was watching a
claymation movie on tv...
1 day ago
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