Dead Wet Things

After the last snowfall, the earth cracked open under the sun’s strange heat. The mountains sighed and spilled shimmering streams to gather at their hems; the water rolling east down into the valleys as veins to nourish and awaken the dormant earth to a new spring. The water bodiesrose; the fish re...


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