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The strike of unexpected lightning
I keep asking myself: Who the hell am I? I'm nobody. I'm not special. I didn't ask for this (well, not per se). So why did it happen to me? I still can't explain it.
(quote unquote) God is my witness, I still reel sometimes to remember it.
Christopher Laine
6 days ago12 min read


Day Two (2)
How you dream of better days. There's a din on the horizon, a haze of speculation, of unfulfilled catastrophes that wait out there for...
Christopher Laine
Mar 162 min read


Day One (1)
What sweet sensations can envelope what's happened in these plaster-filled years? It can't be done. There can be no textual...
Christopher Laine
Mar 162 min read
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