a long, lurid touching

We’re coming to find you.

man of pearl

Rolling in with big, loud things. Terrible things that cut and dig and bore. Things with scary gears and saws and drills. One small locale at a time. Chipping away. Rounding off the corners. Creeping closer each day.

Your mud and twisting paths only delay us.

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