In the village across from the house where my dear-dead-dear lived was a school with waves of the sounds of children at play. Wind played in the trees with a not dismimilar sound to seaside waves. Hours were joyfully spent in this liminal space. It seemed that placed would always be available to us. It is gone. Mom is gone. Somehow Anima Loop places me back there. artistreader
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