Transmigration
Issue #151
Spring 2022
Translated by Ming Di My body is a dovecote. Doves howl in my gut, flapping. I want them all to go, even though they hang in the air, wireless, and wait for a certain soul to receive them. Then, I return to earth an empty self, empty...
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