Joseph O'Neill

…even my work, the largest of the pots and pans I’d placed under my life’s leaking ceiling, had become to small to contain my misery.

…even my work, the largest of the pots and pans I’d placed under my life’s leaking ceiling, had become to small to contain my misery.

– Joseph O’Neill –

Netherland

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