Grim Reaper on a cliff overlooking the town, frustrated, holding on to its THE END OF THE WORLD mixtape on cassette, sticking a #2 pencil in the geared spool trying to pull the sagging tape back into the case while people go about their day in the town below.

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Ragged Feathers

Hello, this is Ragged Feathers. We talk about writing, art, dogs, tea, knitting, weather, science, literature, history, and other cool things. Your host is Lili Saintcrow. Come in and have a beverage; be excellent to each other.