Mariah Young
Joined May 2022
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Shattered Glasses Hold Eternity
There is a glass of water on the table and I am thirsty. On the wall, a clock ticks, its great brass pendulum swinging low and rhythmically. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. It is a ceaseless sound, booming and oppressive.
By Mariah Young9 days ago in Fiction