| the_evil_equalizer | ||
| amy nada |
used to think this was my mother's. alas, it is mine. if we're breathing the same air, drinking the same water, we must be, at least, similar. is it not the smartest of atmospheres? without it, i'm afraid i have nothing. with it, i'm afraid that i would give it all away. accordingly a balance point, a bridge. a nice thought, merely, but more than that, an actual underpinning reality. engineered, perhaps, or willed, on some level, into existence. |
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