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Such shapes of rain like patterns of…
Before slamming shut the cold case door, the children rushing in, the men crowding on top of each other, the shatter inward of glass, the residual…
Thick green wrinkles of water light under the heavy branches and the air powdered metal, blood-warm, all over the face and neck. / / A rope…
Tangled against the river the red gray thump of the feet of deer in the half-frozen mud and the sear of dry branches torn from the living, a…
The dust slung in the broad threads of light bracing the heat, the heat the pulsing inner tissue of a lung, crashing into trees. / / Somewhere…
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