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the year of the dragon

.. of living dangerously of fire and steam and dreams that go up in smoke. of chalking the street with our tumble-numbered days and wonderwandering through the slew of things we thought we wanted. of scales and skin and the … Continue reading

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What Remains

(a Golden Shovel after the first line of The Cremation of Sam McGee, by Robert Service)   … Look there: because we are ghosts digging the strange small and savage broken things the forgotten world has ever done, we all invest our … Continue reading

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