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Splitting fields: Winter lambs, immiscibility, distorted reflections, and a kid’s moral compass.
I first saw the dog fences as a kid. Common as the early spring’s lambs lying frosted in the paddock, born too close to winter. I took...
Splitting fields: Winter lambs, immiscibility, distorted reflections, and a kid’s moral compass.
I first saw the dog fences as a kid. Common as the early spring’s lambs lying frosted in the paddock, born too close to winter. I took...


Peeling back the self from the noise.
Am I integrated with the noise. Sandwiched and inseparable from the things I do not understand about history, important people and...
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