“De profundis”
This is taking to the deepest sorrow of my fears and anxiety. To the abyss of the truth of my soul.
“The end of Joana’s lucidity mixed with the crooked ship on the waves, moving? Moving. All she had to do was waggle her head for the waves to accompany it. But she had had things, ah had she ever.” 164
— Jul 15, 2026 10:44AM
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