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Jef Stevens [be], 12 min

Mourning, whispering, humming under a white sheet at/in a kind of empty pedestal.
Leaving the pedestal, leaving a white (flour) track of my naked feet, searching something but the eyes blinded with nutshells.
and making scraping sounds on the floor with a branch of a tree with a small chain attached and some long white cotton threads.