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Ken Farrell

Communion

Communion

Soon you will speak to an empty room, calmed by the weight of echoes, of space. Alone you become a snowflake of grief.
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The custom is to sit next to another when you enter alone, to fill each empty seat as close to another as you can. It is only a custom.
Mothership

Mothership

So we go out, our descent reconnaissance for the collective. We perform experiments with swirled words, crescent-moon eyes, and report.

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