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December 19, 2022 / barton smock

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God keeps the house small. My head in one room, scissors in the other. I’ve lost my sister but can hear now and then her cheering for an insect. I tell her that we had stairs until our last dog went up them. Gravity comes from the wrist of a paper doll.

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