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August 8, 2018

The resurrection of a silenced voice, a project of restoration. Forgetting to breathe and spinning dizzily in the mind in the presence of a symbol. 

tragic duality lies dormant within each embrace where no danger is present, but an antiquated fear lurks beneath the surface ravaging the shivering body. There are shadows behind the eyes, tinged with the reflection of neon lights. A story birthed in physical memory, narratives unseen, overlay a character miscast for the role. Perhaps one of many, who make up a particular pattern, sculpted by the absence of an absence. 

And here may seem to be a beginning, but it is actually intersecting with a very long road. 

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