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never lonely

The wind moves across the ridgeslike a memory I almost remember.Stone waits, patient, unchanging,and I watch the sun spill goldover the quiet bones of the earth. I have walked this…
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metronome

I watched the IV drip sway like a metronome,counting each beep as if it were a sermon.Outside, the wind rattled the window like applausefor something I’d never performed. I told…
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Gozalandia in Moca

There is a road in Moca that curves like it’s remembering something. It dips and narrows, flanked by thick green that presses in close, as if the island itself is…