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June 5, 2017

gecko by wei-en
wei-en's masterful use of space, punctuation, and simple language makes for very emotional pieces – easy to empathize with

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once your scales fall away you are bare and translucent; your spine, visible through the film of your skin. there is strength, in this – there is strength in many unusual things.

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