Aura
Something is wrong—a flashing ring of shards as if I have been staring at the sunthrough windowless walls. Nightmarish visionas crystals sparkle, multiply, enlargethe searing blind spot. I don’t know if I’vebeen damaged by the chemicals I useat work, or if the isotopes have fusedmy neurons, whether I will be alive ... Read more
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