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| Thin Place Devin Johnston |
White ash, you wait for me as I will wait for someone. What but skin feels the wind, what darkness makes distinctions? Breaking down dusk and dawn, housewreckers on horse scaffolds syncopate their hammers. Brick dust drifts like smoke, tents of habitation withdrawn, hinges of habit undone. |
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