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I been thinking of mold today, as the unique smell of it clings to my senses like a vague past life recollection.Living here in the tropics, things tend to go moldy pretty fast. Mold and mildew just accumulate when things aren’t aired out regularly.Narcisa’s clothes usually sit in a damp pile in a corner on the floor, going moldy.Narcisa digs through the pile and puts on some clothes and walks around all day smelling of mold and ashes and crack-tainted sweat and sex and life and death and dirt and blood and lust and endless, unsatisfied want, fear, anger, passion, adrenaline and…Something Else there are no words I know that can quite describe.Maybe something like a spiritual mold…

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NOTIFIÇAO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção - registrados na Biblioteca Nacional como ficção com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor, Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são interamente ficticios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência.