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The writer sat besides the weeping Gilgamesh, witnessed the sinking of the unsinkable ships. He was there, and he wasn’t. Like a naturalist observing the tarn of life from an unseen bubble of neutrality.
The writer sat besides the weeping Gilgamesh, witnessed the sinking of the unsinkable ships. He was there, and he wasn’t. Like a naturalist observing the tarn of life from an unseen bubble of neutrality.
