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I'm at the edge of the garden in a white nightgown embroidered with lilies. This keeps happening without my permission; a sleepwalk, a run-away. The scent of my best perfume kneels beside me here. I sift through the soil where I…
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Reality for us must be broken so we can fix the one small insect of it we can capture and pin, wriggling.
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