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The staggered trajectory of the cicada’s voiceprints, a slow clean fade into reprieve and lasting fugue.

The Rorschach pulse of ink in the ruptured veins of cityscape– angels, disguised as fallout, move unnoticed through an inherited smear campaign.

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