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now i'm a mountain
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.”
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
Discarded Souls: The Old Woman & The Old Robot
INTRODUCTION In the year 2230, faces are no longer fixed things. People shift. Machines shift. Even memories shift, flickering like old film reels caught between timelines. The characters you meet in these fragments — the Old Woman and the Old Robot known as Echo — may appear in different forms, bodies, or styles, depending on which recovered file you’re viewing. This is not a mistake. It is the nature of shape‑shifter stories.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 days ago in Poets
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I saw Pauls haiku. But it seems like yours was the original f-ity poem. Not sure but I love em both.
Loved this. :D
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