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Jun 2019
We were so detached from the others
our voices sore and aching from the cosmic conversations which had before cluttered our minds but now dripped from our tongues like water on the leaking tap.
You and I, the explorers of this monolithic place,
where the inertia of it's inhabitants had spread like wildfire
we were the resistance.
Stephanie Grace
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Stephanie Grace  London, England
(London, England)   
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   Akira Chinen
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