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I remember the snow. Not because of its cold, but because of the sounds.

The wind carried them like glass. Fragments. Cries. Metal on stone. Not near. Not far. Exactly in between, where the brain begins to interfere.

I didn’t go because of the sounds. But they gave the direction weight.

The Flumen
UNDER CONSTRUCTION

REFRAMING the FUTURE

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