Shame took rocks to pocket, called the weather—only ever one—in, neatly sealed the sky with range, radius as first & final arc. Consider the wandering cardigan-wearer (long-form version), how she took her finger's ends to gneiss, soapstone, slate, & shale seeded with garnet inside those pockets, gasped a little, & paused, at each pitting, palming […]
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