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The hills of Austria are like a sleeping Clifford, Or like the carcass of a giant babushka from the valley rises the thick fertilizer smell and three young boys in striped wool sweaters, lead by their blonde sister, weave through the still army of stalactic pines Keep Reading

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From Persephone

"I know the best mornings are made of / pancake batter, warm skin, loose stockings..." Keep Reading

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Watching

"This is what happened when / a twenty-three-year-old humpback / threw herself out of the water..." Keep Reading

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