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I raced around my attic quarters, scavenging a textbook, an old high school essay, a favourite story.
An autobiographical work told through readings chosen both with and without intent.
The dice serve a dual purpose. As a composing utility, the uncertainty of dice and related methods beings me joy unparalleled. As for the product, it is the better for being in some small way freed from my own limited vision.