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  • Writer's pictureTommy B.


A storm breaks away, its souvenirs scattered. Transformation stirs the world. As with so many other occasions throughout time, we adapt as colors from the rubble.

But I am listening. Yesterday, to the drunken sailor’s warning before the sea swept him into eternity, and now to the echoes that challenge the silence in the depths of a dark well.

Welcome to a new era.


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