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August 16, 2023 / barton smock

birthplace,

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A spacesuit made of grief, sure. I don’t have the details. We lost a couple of our children and all the squirrels. There were screams I didn’t know were screams. A purse full of hands was asked to be a baby. Okay, said the baby. My blood eats awe.

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