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Not a Gift of Tongues

She spoke in the dialect of mist and persistent drizzle that never lets up, barely takes a breath. Nonetheless, she rarely finished a story or answered a direct question. Her punctuation was carved in fallen trees, or sometimes rode a leaf to an unconcerned earth.             After storms, heavy downpours of chaos and obscenity-laced raining, she […]

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