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Nobody thinks.

"By their own feigning Fancies are betray'd,
And groan beneath those Ills themselves have made."

—Rowe's Lucan, I.

Wanting a Child.

"scratched
and clawed
by an old
giant's fingers
this desolate, irregular landscape"

—@xxyxxy.com

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