| Excerpts from the Crow & Benjamin Letters
2.5 Dear Crow, I make pain new curl around it while my ghost stands up straight Crow, are you a frontier too? Make your own brokecrawlcross The crotch of the tree speaks to me Burn the next journey Scrub the outside and the inside sparkles — B ← ↑ → |
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