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Until Time Breaks

Until Time Breaks by Cam M. Roberts Time drools out of the hourglass like gritty spit stuck with stubbornness, a disrespect of one’s misery. I felt this way soon after Reading All That Fall, a Beckettian radio-play. These hands dig … Continue reading

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