Jan 2016
“beautifully
indecipherable
like the
echo of
a vanishing
voice. I
searched
along the
outskirts of
knowing,
until
he imbued
a lost
language
in me.”
|| shoo.shu ||
indecipherable
like the
echo of
a vanishing
voice. I
searched
along the
outskirts of
knowing,
until
he imbued
a lost
language
in me.”
|| shoo.shu ||
(Rancho Palos Verdes)
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