Sunday, July 25, 2004
| when the smoke was persuading
sometimes, after it had been brought deep into his lung to linger, he would imagine that the heat was charring the scab, scalding the open sore, filling the void with its ash. and with the exhale he would imagine that the past ash was being cleansed, leaving him renewed, without condition, the forest floor after the fire. he did so until he discovered the needle. |
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