I have lived my life on a rock at the end of the world, thinking I would be safe unseen. Maybe. In pure seclusion, hidden by poisonous mists, keeping company only with venomous, braided snakes, here in a place where you could never find me, accidentally, never stumble across me unwittingly, never come to know me unless you came looking, really looking,…
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