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Standing in the Forest of Being Alive looks unflinchingly at painful realities, posing the question ‘What isn't hell?’ and finds the answer in a powerful eros, letting a loved one pull laughter out of the narrator's reluctant mouth like a red violet cerulean handkerchief.
Standing in the Forest of Being Alive looks unflinchingly at painful realities, posing the question ‘What isn't hell?’ and finds the answer in a powerful eros, letting a loved one pull laughter out of the narrator's reluctant mouth like a red violet cerulean handkerchief.