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You know, my grandma and grandpa built the town they lived in. Grandpa used to be a stone mason, (and a contractor at that, so a free mason is not too far fetched), which I found out only after he died. I sometimes entertain myself imagining asking him about illuminati or even snooping through his… Read more

Poppy seed flowers are blooming just to catch your eye. You know if you taste it – you’ll grow out of your mind and glide to the end. The child that stood before you has left red petals on the floor, red shoes, red steps, but girl – no more. There’s no way out.  Wait, what?… Read more