The Great Indifference: Clouds Billowing Up
Issue #47
Winter 1988
And so the autumn of broken glass devolves into images: yellow smoke, exhausted and panting, hangs over mounds of leaves, a spiral of elegant wasps. Through the brittle and shining trees the wind comes wringing its hands and blowing its...
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