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There had been many births now and Elm had started to sculpt with the disused ectoplasms. She found it a Continue reading
This ectoplasm took place in a bar. The bar was dimly lit by a lamp in each corner. By one Continue reading
When your heart is a golden mango and set amber tours your veins, birth will be different for you. The Continue reading
Elm has laid in wonder for two years. Her golden tinted view has dispersed, her hair has grown into the Continue reading
breaking down the pieces of me, my life here, in this place, ready to disembark, over there, in that place. Continue reading
The Tree and Elm are deep in conversation. They have talked about entities, skin care, operations, politics and dadaism. The Continue reading
The conversation was not to take place as he had not answered the phone. Elm was in thought of the Continue reading