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A lone figure in a long coat stands on a rain-soaked street before a towering black data-center spire wrapped in glowing green, violet and orange neon clouds.
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Dark medieval fantasy illustration. Inside an intact stone chapel, relieved hurricane survivors kneel, pray and embrace beneath candlelight. A gaunt priest secretly locks the heavy wooden door with an iron key, smiling sinisterly. Behind him, his own shadow stretches across the wall with unmistakable demonic horns. Through narrow windows, the devastated but eerily still village can be seen.
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a old sword
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hurricane winds and clouds forming a heart shape
Milky Way over Badlands National Park
A photo of the Mersey Estuary taken under a darkening sky.
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Poem text by Kate LaDew: I saved a spider from drowning in a glass of water without knowing I was, tossing whatever was between my fingers into the kitchen sink as it uncoiled I opened a cabinet retrieved a roll of paper towels,  and as deftly as a president in a room full of hurricane survivors snapped off a sheet, in one motion smashed the spider, gathered it up,  crumpled the paper towel and buried it deep in the trash I've felt bad about this all day the ghost of a living thing still moving between my fingers my aversion to creepy-crawly things  overwhelming my need to protect anything smaller and weaker than me I imagine myself falling into somewhere clear and heavy that knocks my breath away, and, just when I'm sure this is the end, feel my body rise, cold air rushing past, gulping it in, wondering if maybe angels do exists, ready to believe in everything, only to feel myself breaking, swallowed up with force and it all goes dark. maybe it's just a bug, maybe it wasn't adding much to society,  maybe it's no big deal because there's a million more like 'em in the world  and maybe I'll take a minute next time before I whip the paper towels out, because maybe somebody out there feels that way about me, too.
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