Miruna Balu

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But once I acknowledged that the envelope had disappeared, its existence and non-existence traded places in my consciousness. A strange feeling, like vertigo, took hold of me. A conviction that the envelope had never actually existed swelled up inside me, violently chipping away at my mind, crushing and greedily devouring the certainty I’d had that the envelope was real.
South of the Border, West of the Sun
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