TS120 - The Hill Trever Died Upon

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Once a beautiful brusselsprout garden, the mouldy hillside was now nothing but a love letter to his Ernest Hemmingway attempts to create meaning from madness, blood from stone, water from snow.  This is the hill and metaphor upon our beloved Trever died this week.  Sleep well you sweet petunia.

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