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| Danielle Roberts |
| It was over quickly and there was no blood. |
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This piece is a representation of my feeble voice of disgust with human nature. The book was made with a perfect-bound technique, without a case or endpapers, to reinforce the disposable nature of books and to represent a cycle of forgiveness. The words it contains are important enough to be published once, but over time will not be important enough to have been installed to a case secured with endpapers. The feelings inside will one day be forgotten, and like the book, break down and fade away. Anyone who finds the book is invited to respond to the feelings, especially if they suspect one of them is directed their way.
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