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…e a wound,its light slicing the fog,exposing the bones of the land.Here, silence is not peace — it crouches, lies in wait,and each second stretches,like a held breath we dare not exhale.
Denise Larkin, BA (Hons)
PETE KIMBIS
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Building up tension. So good!!
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