I don’t know, he said, I guess it’s
Issue #108
Spring 2009
I don’t know, he said, I guess it’s something I’d like, an ocean with such ugly fish down there dark, ones with barbs and lantern lights affixed to their heads. It’s all I got, said the voice. And this wet...
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