Free Faces You reach into your pocket and begin fighting something blocking the grip of your front door key. Blindly fiddling with the strings of a cotton mask you grow frustrated and rip it out of your jeans. Free at last, you destroy this mask, ripping the strings from the face cover before throwing itContinue reading “Free Faces”
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Nick Cakarovski 