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The Paper Moon

I sat up on the floor made of dense clouds, admiring the midnight sky shining purple and silver. A golden halo before me illuminating the...

Persephone

A young maiden lay surrounded by hyacinth, and wildflowers stretched across the evergreen field. Underneath the eternal blue sky with...

Fuck You: A Love Letter to Fashion & Consumption

An economy crippled by mass consumption and fracking the earth’s resources for instant approval from a faceless icon. Their shadowy...

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