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Dec 2013
IWF
From the innards of the old industrial complex, comes soft gifts of song. Traipsing their way through the steel organs and bones of the long forgotten building. They leak out into the night through what was once a shield to the body below.
Adam Mott
Written by
Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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