Winter

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Narratives, I.I -| Withered Trees - The first part in a coming to age tale. | "I’ve lingered through the night accompanied by a forest and finally emerged to a field of withered trees. The loss of responsibility becomes present through my displacement, and a growing sense of estrangement has settled within me...."

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The Monologue of My Anxiety

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Dialogue I. - | The Monologue of My Anxiety | "I was a bridge, which he had learned to walk upon. A bridge soured in distrust and self-doubt, and initially unstable at each encounter."