On occasion, in periods of boredom or anxiety or even at complete random, amorphous, fuzzy images enter the faint recesses of my mind. They lay just out of reach, not tangible enough for me to be able to draw them or describe their features and characteristics. These images exist more as a tumultuous clash of …
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The Galley with No Name 