Alerted to it, we tried our damnedest not to notice it.
A damp spot on the ceiling, growing in your shorts… one day, the bag dries up. The morning after the bones were picked, a mosquito’s obligato...
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« A little later, we might abandon cities altogether, scatter the rich grain of humanity across galaxies, those vast plains and endless glades where everyone would have a bungalow, swimming-pool, garden space. » —Alvin Pang, Real Estate
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The accessory, zipped up, Redacted, this could Keep soul, big stuff in the overhead Here... media_text
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A poem written inspired by the Silk Princess, a Chinese wood panel painting from the 7th or 8th century. As the BBC's "A History of the World" describes the artifact: ... media_text
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here you are faceless bobs sea scented with iridescent oil as fin glistens before tell-tale lollipops media_text
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When there is no more land to walk, and all that’s in front is a river that cuts this into half, you relieve yourself of all your clothes and waddle into icy waters – till you hit rock bottom. Your teeth start... media_text
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