Crosswinds Evaporation Gasping
Issue #107
Winter 2008-09
If I bisect my head what grasslands might I find, what flecks of plaster what walls. What genuflects cracks to these streets, vacant lots. There was a sandal, a child standing in it, & dust. Each sequence a leather...
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