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