Obituary for a mollusk
Once the mollusk softness of its tentacles decays in death remains of a nautilus, when stranded in the sand, its shell… the inner core, (an imprint of its body) the […]
Once the mollusk softness of its tentacles decays in death remains of a nautilus, when stranded in the sand, its shell… the inner core, (an imprint of its body) the […]
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