River of Rest & DustCarolyn Guinzio
This is a translation, uncrossable. We came to an uncrossable translation. An untranslatable crossing. The broken spell spelled broken Spirit. Clasp. Earth. Sometimes this works: kill something and lay the body across the body, if it is rushing and deep. Over and over again, the day would have been the same, moving through it together: Broken, fast, looking across the table, the wind knocking open the gate, a cat staring into the grass, except for the small changes in what under the clouds. Here is how you tell a border from a vein: from far away. Farther. Farther and farther away.
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