“Cold steel shines beneath the paint, now worn away over the years of my cumulative footfalls on the suit’s forearm, bicep and shoulder. Settling in to the musty, frayed-cushioned interior and settling my hands upon the worn controls, I admonished myself yet again to remember that the body I now inhabited was one of hard, cold, and terrible steel.
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Anchorite Speaks via Apple Podcasts ·
Australia ·
12/04/20