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A house before first light, one window lit, bare trees behind it.
No. 015
photograph
06.09.26 · 06:10The window, before light. I hadn’t slept. It was the only thing in the room that had.

Stories, poems, photographs, and other things made too late at night. One person. Numbered as they arrive. Nothing here is finished.

No.TitleFormDate
015The Window, Before Lightphotographphotograph06.09.26014Tears of Transformation — still being writtenpoempoem06.09.26013The Kitchen at Fourstorystory30.08.26012Instructions for Leaving a Roompoempoem21.08.26011Platform 9, Waitingphotographphotograph09.08.26010What the Dog Knewstorystory28.07.26009↓