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Fog

  • February 22, 2021

It was made of water, but not helpfully,a stag walked inside. It was a voiceon the radio, a voiceover,telling us about the technical difficultiesmaking the funeral...

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Fog

  • February 22, 2021

It never covered everything like a shroud.It was always suspended overlike nineteenth-century women waiting for proposals. It was an alphabet on topof the one you knew,...