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of Limbs, and Liquid Skin

.. O, Tree. I know the quiet ache of leavings, shedding selves. I, too, have felt bruised, used. O, Ocean. I feel your heartbeat under my own skin, the ebb and flow of spring. The scorch of sun. The pull … Continue reading

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