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Much of the time, when I'm stuck, the thing I'm stuck in is me. I'm starting to suspect that's all there is for me to do this time...

Their feet are wide. They're heavy. They will crush your rigid edges on their way to your good river. After downpours you will no longer...

These days it seems to me my body is more like a flock of birds than I previously realized; making and unmaking itself, bound by some...