landlesscollective “These facts: the dewy weight of clouds, the starched pilot’s uniform, the white colour of sleep, have coagulated in my memory of this room...”
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development continues as the anonymous stories enter the space

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“These facts: the dewy weight of clouds, the starched pilot’s uniform, the white colour of sleep, have coagulated in my memory of this room...” . development continues as the anonymous stories enter the space