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It begins with silence
At the edge of the unknown,
An impending journey.
Standing on a paper edge you look out onto a tempest,
Your courage is thrown to the wind, seeds unsown.
A precipice of hope, you must travel to the other side.
Ink storm traveller, let femmer be your guide.
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This work contains potentially upsetting / triggering content on themes of violence and sexual abuse.
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