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I want to mention that my race is called "white" in the United States and that I have no ethnicities that may be American, such as American "black" (I am not sure if the word is popular or not, still) or Indian or Native American. My father told me my… Read More
The soil smells in Utopia. In the sunlight it smells bad, smells like a huge cancerous flower growing like an apparition, a ghostly presence not a flower. The tops of the grayish-green trees are too consistently uniform, showing no individual spurts of growth. The everyday plane of existence has a… Read More
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