S.E. Mead Summer Vacation The landscape as in a fever: hard edges melting, amorphous anatomy, a rosy illumination. Touchy to mention it, some grand deception passing for passion. Must be the...
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S.E. Mead Amputations Without anesthesia, walking sticks behind a cyclone fence getting through most days on only one bowl of porridge. Swallowing's strenuous, some throat nearly closing over...
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