Monthly Archives: March 1994

Nine Nein 9

In awe, I observe the pandemonium, taken aback by blurring bustle. Unable to merge into the flow, I am thrust into the gutter, sprawling in the gravel, choking upon the dust. Eyes are stinging, nose is swelled with debris, lungs lurching in pain at every inhalation. So I stand up and brush off my bruised [...]

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