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Gleaned From
The night laid a hundred eyes on my skin
Weaving, Fishing, Cutting, Drying
Try Walking Backwards, She Said.
Ahead, Instead
Some Body Else
After Image
When the first thought is touch
Of all the places I’ve been and have yet to go
In changing yesterday’s weather
I’ve been here before
Everything flows
Burn, rage, rise
Evil spirits only travel in straight lines
Driftwood and ghosthunters
31 Buildings
While the light eats away at the colors
17 Years cicada
Concrete is stranger than fiction
Practice models
All digressions aside
The table turns
A sudden outburst of laughter
Without waiting for her reply
A conversation
How to transform stories from body to body, and from body to object
Geography of A
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