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[MMX.Vii.XXiX] Carla Rak: 5 collages |
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[MMX.Vii.XX] Chiara Barzini: Volcanoes |
| I sat on a rock. There were seagulls in the distance and the sun was summery. The bull was calm so I fell asleep. My throat was parched but I didn’t bother to find water because I knew he would be back for me with buckets of water and juices. I ate weeds, then inscribed my name upon the highest stone in the mountain.I made a ball from manure and played with it imagining the crater as a large [ ... ] | |
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[MMX.Vii.XiX] Jasmine Golestaneh: 3 collages |
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[MMX.Vii.XViii] marc t. wise: hoofsplit |
| Perhaps our attention to detail suffered. Once the fact of water made its way through the necessary channels—our communication suffers its clarity for time—there was a rather large relocation. The S ended. The Beavers, gone. Now, there was more of a possibility than ever for some of the satellites and scouts to return home. What follows is a necessary push. [ ... ] |
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