Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Saturday, April 14, 2018

4.14

Somewhere downhill, there's a vast noise, and you can't quite make out what it is. Maybe it's an angry crowd, or an enormous machine with grasping claws, or perhaps a thousand thousand insects eating. You're not sure what it is, but it gives your stomach a turn. This is the end. You can't stay here any longer.

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