Ursa Minor
This is a slowly growing accumulation of little stories that could grow or stay the same size. Dependant on strength of idea and potential.
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Surpass the end
Chip shop fumes reach out like flailing tendrils, Make contact and climb up my nostrils Smells etched onto clothes, the Freshness abated, as I waited for the Cycle to end.
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