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Verge; Unbounded Talent
You walk. Alone, in a middle of a road. Open to the world. Now, the sun joins the party, can you…
by Jo Phillips
by Jo Phillips
You walk. Alone, in a middle of a road. Open to the world. Now, the sun joins the party, can you…
by Jo Phillips
And yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings, that appeared once, still wet as shining chestnuts…
by Jo Phillips
It’s December, it’s party season, there’s dampness in the air and your hair…. well, let’s just say we’re all aware…
by Jo Phillips