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by Louise Mathias
All night I flew the dark recess1 of God's mind. It was arranged like Iowa fields—— not a damn thing missing. You ask how I survived. I lived on a message, broad light at the end of the world. Words, they have so much in common with departure, the clouds elliptical & nervous. Why translate? It's just a revolving2 door. "Chill wind" has seven components3. One is loss. 点击收听单词发音
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