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Acousmatic Encounters

Updated: Jul 29, 2020

Her iPhone ventriloquized his voice. A kind gesture at best, by iOS, for the rest of his corpus is generously offered to her playful design. His arms were long and sturdy for her to swing between; his torso, architecturally sound and aesthetically gentle; his movements, nothing short of baroquely loving.

 
 
 

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