Asemic Maps 43 & 44

I dream of a constant mix of hunger and excitement around their realm. It’s just one of many odd, off, swirling forms. The streets were paved with parrot voices; the wind shop windows were  waltzing with wonder; step on a crack break the perception of time.

There are ten swimming pools in that town.

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