I Get By with a Little Help from My Friends

She's a lonesome artist, tucked away in the back corner of a dimly lit cavernous room, with the light of a flickering candle (read: faulty light) as sole proof of her existence from any outside perspective. The wind knocks the branches into the window, eerily reminiscent of something Poe might say (but the narrator is... Continue Reading →


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