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Written by Jacob Ibrag Dry mouth, high altitude. Two cliffs separated by an emptiness. A voice from the void makes its way into herContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag Dry mouth, high altitude. Two cliffs separated by an emptiness. A voice from the void makes its way into herContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag It poured a little harder today. Dad peaked his head out the window and asked if I wanted to go forContinue Reading
8/11/2016 “We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, weContinue Reading
Written by Jacob Ibrag I like people watching when they aren’t paying attention too much of anything. They have this emptiness in theirContinue Reading





