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floods and aftershocks

Posted on January 3, 2013 by lbk

There is mud. Over everything. In everything. My hair, my ears, my mouth. The Ferryman takes my head in his hands, clears my eyes with the pads of his thumbs, gives voice to words I can’t make any sense of. … Continue reading →

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