the faces of these buildings are like the mouths of baleen whales, meant to pull in, to filter, but are largely there to keep things out…I…
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The noise level in the room was rising. Jaws jabbered with banter about last night’s…
a table of metal has its coldness, its squareness its place to get right down and work-ness
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