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river monster

"There's blood in the water all over the place around here," Clem told me.

we worms remember

His fingers were soft, his lips delicate.

ren’s field

For now though, there was a hitch in my gate, a stutter in my stride. I moved like a broken automaton, a machine aware of the hows of survival but unaware of the whys of survival. I pulled my lips back from my teeth, licked my lips, and repeated that motion five times to loosen up the muscles that allow such an facial expression.

a thanksgiving of things

As a kid, I’d imagine green florets budding out from under the soft and torn fingernails...

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