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All the dust settled on their rough surfaces. Clothes fibres, fragments of exfoliated epidermis, bacteria, pollen, mould spores, sand and dirt particles. Microelements dancing in the air create a symphony for shunned souls.
All the books locked here under the high sacred ceiling long to be read. Every human history humming in the air filled with unawareness.
We all know. We can all imagine. There are as many combinations of stories as there are us on this planet. You won’t find exactly the same reflection, although we feel a resemblance when passing through. That’s the secret of the surreptitious settlement.
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...




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