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What is it to become memory?

She left this morning, and today I find myself in a field on a trail at the end of a trail running west, and the evening is approaching. Light glows on the horizon in tangerine and the softest of lemons, and the light on the earth gives way to shadows[…]

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Men in Holes

Men in Holes

We come from darkness. We come from the earth. And it’s where we’ve been heading since the moment of birth. Escape is in our nature. We struggle from the womb, riding the waves of contractions to our first taste of air. The sunlight helps us grow stronger and taller and[…]

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