Oh, those great Landscapes that wonder through my world, winding and telling my story:I became a Fertile Crescent and the depths descended upon the face of my being, that is to say: My Face The crevasses are deep, wide, unimaginable: Are they filled with clay? Or rock? Or water? Or Mommy Brain? I speak of...
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