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December 5, 2018 / barton smock

blue mind (amendment)

between hearing thunder and seeing deer, the dying woman tells a story in a language she’s never spoken. I swear to use smaller words. ill, far. farm. in each of us, perhaps, is the lost faith of god. the bread of our anthill’s home.

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