"I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me so...
It howled execration upon the dim camarine world of its nativity wail on wail while he lay there gibbering with palsied jawhasps, his hands putting back the night like some witless Paraclete beleaguered with all limbo's clamor.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
It howled execration upon the dim camarine world of its nativity wail on wail while he lay there gib...
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