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A Growing Cynicism (1 of 30: 2018)

Spring is burgeoning in the wizened hand of winter but there is still snow on the horizon— even as the mosquitos begin their equivalent-to-fucking. It’s really something to watch the world turn, to watch life running, fucking circles around itself, … Continue reading

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