To Build a Home
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Concluida vie, jul 6, 2018<5 mins
I wrote this story after listening to a song called To Build a Home by Cinematic Orchestra.
If we slowed down the last few moments of death, what would we see? (Trigger Warning: Mentions of house fires)
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