I’ll tell you the story. I was walking
the outer edge of the outer lands
where sporadic signs staked in dunes
warned to keep distant from the mammals;
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The Marshes Have No Memory
By Bill Carty
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The water remained blue across centuries of swallowing. Because it is not a cemetery, it does not date its memories.On the sky is a diary that cataloged eyes lost to […]
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