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As they were documenting the height they are about to fall from, I dropped my camera. Some secrets are better left buried. The sea was once everything i needed. The ornamental, the accidental. The absolute is. Night rolls in to stand watch a film in which i play everyone, a scene that refuses to end. end. Staring at the monster who looks enough like me to be me. me.
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Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
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As they were documenting the height they are about to fall from, I dropped my camera. Some secrets are better left buried. The sea was once everything i needed. The ornamental, the accidental. The absolute is. Night rolls in to stand watch a film in which i play everyone, a scene that refuses to end. end. Staring at the monster who looks enough like me to be me. me.
August 8, 2025. Westwards in the clouds above North America. Flight from NYC to LA.
EvelynYiningChen
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Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
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