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fertile ground

The flood waters receded. There was a flood, a rush of noise, a fullness beyond capacity. Some things were lifted and carried. Some things were buried. Everything, everything was tested in its hold. I lie in the mud plane, a … Continue reading

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On deck with Rebecca

The trouble with lost is you’re lost. “Captain,” she says, repeating, “Captain.” How long has she been calling me? I am a heap of rag on the deck. The ship sails smooth through open water. Small lappings, lift and plunge. … Continue reading

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