Moonlight Sonata

Let us begin the virtual reality movement of literature. Enter my story and see as I see.

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Der Wo-Immer-Mensch

Were we swine, we would have but one clear motive and one clear option, to roll in the wet mud, feasting in our own filth and excrement.

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The Anthill Moment

Were there not snow-capped mountains just beyond the tree line? Was there not an array of Colorado beauty to behold? The feeling slipped away so easily.

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