Illustrating away explanation
Last summer I attempted to suffocate my nostalgia in a bathtub filled with a quilt which had been born into this world through the hands of my great grandmother. This suicide attempt, of sorts, failed. I was however, confronted with the metamorphosis of a childhood haven turned Rat Palace. Her busy hands then, keep me warm now, and I am mournful to
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---Those who hid from the time spinning madly around it. Those who finally thrust it into junk filled closets, praying that quilt would not bear witness to the debauchery surrounding it. Yet, this filth permeates the fibers, indeed becoming a part of the quilt which happens to be just as crucial as the stitches themselves.
Do you even realize how brilliant you are?
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