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Poetry
It never could be filled / A landfill on the cheap
A profit in the short term pads the coffer, but only in the long run will we prosper
The sky wrestles with restless uncertainty
Fast acquaintance / slow friend
Quiet elongation / sudden emancipation / globular concentration / chaos in translation
Pinpricks of light the earth surrounded
Snow rode in the belly of the riotous clouds, its gentleness an insurgency itself

My New Stories

A view from the end in the Grand Canyon