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  • Archive Re: A Different Kind of Prison

    Totsi Waking up, I find myself still in this hard object, being thrust forward as it stops moving. A thud or so are heard, footsteps, then the door opening. Those ...

    Feb 9, 2013
  • Archive Re: A Different Kind of Prison

    Totsi Only a few days ago I had been back in the forest, where I had woken up and lived until they had found me. Now, they are leading me ...

    Feb 9, 2013


We are all broken. That's how the light gets in.
— Ernest Hemingway