Max Mao
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The Girl in the Green Atmosphere
In the summer of that December, I stood beside you, bare feet, the cold water washed over our ankles as we watched the creeks slither. I was seventeen, and…
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Unawake
Another sleepless night. This is my seventeenth sleepless night in a row. What I’m saying is not insomnia, because I knew that experience from university. I haven’t slept for…
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The Strange Museum
The museum looked more hushed than usual. My leather shoes clacked against stripes of timber. The sound spread across the floor, every step that I took felt like stepping…
