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Kirsty posted an update in the group
Call It A Diary: 1 year, 5 months ago One of those days when the cobbles on the sidewalks are framed with puddles of rain, one of the puddles reflects itself in the clouded sky, and turned completely white. I started to imagine that the puddle was actually a hole, a crack in the thin paper sheet the world is build upon, and the crack lead to a place of nothing. And I started to imagine how it would feel like, if the hole would grow, and consume me – hair and skin and everything, and I, also, would become nothing. I imagined it would feel liberating.
