| Chapter 114 Deborah Meadows |
When certain filigrees smooth our canoe with filiations or fill our hold with hidden bodies tears are rovers' barracoes. Soothing scenes, temporary effects make orphan, phantom limb, nation
possessed of sinister
pain, an apparition of extremities,branches of horror tree.
Nor may mast or caste form one seamless mood however temporal, so that ever-theoretical
our mingled threads, our mothersdie, fathers disappear, our weary fail at progress in neighborhoods' norms, dreary as faith
in worms, ousted facts, teeth-tieredvariablesfaith: our surface.
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