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Whoops spent too long on an Aftermath sketch.

starting the year by remembering what really matters (gay scientists from pacific rim)

Don’t take this flower for an ocean: a breeze is blowing over the sea. In a life that lies beyond us yet, the notes upon the blue guitar were things exactly as they are. Don’t speak of all our greatness: a torch is dying under the ground, our vaults and structures come crashing down. The Earth, for us, is something rare: half in shadow, all that’s there. Don’t dream of life under amber, of shells cracking, dry in the air; become a class of things that are: A blue guitar, a set of stars, or those exactly what they are.

Included in this google drive are epubs, pdfs and the word documents for each fic, in case anyone else would like to print and handbind them. (This is what I originally started formatting them for)

oh oh. and you're like rené descartes