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Essay Archive - Metamorphous, Relating To A Personal Incident
Metamorphous, Relating To A Personal Incident
Twenty minutes had past since I was set on to the table to dry. I did
not want to dwell upon my fears which were inevitable to occur, so I
could do nothing but observe all the minute details that were once so
trivial and overlooked but now seemed to be of such great importance. The
first thing to catch my eye was the lighting in the room, I was not sure
if the lights were set to be dim or if it was from all the clouds of
exhaled smoke which also left a distinct smell of the burnt herb. To my
lef....
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