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  • Marco Chiriboga


Life seemed to have ended around here, the space dominated by rotten wood, faded paint, and crumbling walls. Wild animals had torn at the furniture, leaving holes where stuffing oozed out like blood from a wound. In the center of the room beneath a half-collapsed coffee table sat a cardboard box... a box in pristine condition, still taped, like new. It was as if it had just been delivered, as if the delivery man walked in amidst the ashes and placed it down with care. It was as if the package and its contents had been overlooked by time’s scythe.

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