I thought a fish and wished it true.
Inside of you, it grew.
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An appreciation of inanimate anima and animated tatters; of the infinitessmal stages between sentience, sleep and decay. Beasts, demons, shades, gods and impossible objects:-- all straddle the interstices between familiar cities. They live amid prototypes of woodlands for the extinct.
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