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20: Coming from an axis of dementia

The world faded in without a modicum of decency. It is true that Selia rarely recognized her surroundings when she initially awoke. This always gave her moments of glistening hope… which then always popped like soap-filled bubbles when she recognized the usual grab-bag … Continue reading

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