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A prisoner on death row, sighing contendedly. No one was ever sure of his crimes, but his sentence was clear from the start. His cell was always absurd, his life always a mystery. But now he finds peace. He has nothing except what he knows; and what he knows is his end. It isn't much, yet it's more than anyone free has ever had.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
Absurd
A prisoner on death row, sighing contendedly. No one was ever sure of his crimes, but his sentence was clear from the start. His cell was always absurd, his life always a mystery. But now he finds peace. He has nothing except what he knows; and what he knows is his end. It isn't much, yet it's more than anyone free has ever had.
zach-hanlon
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
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