My Diary: What Is Left When We Are Gone

I met my sister as she drifted by among the Portuguese man o‭’ ‬war.‭ ‬We had a hot lunch among the cold caverns I had already pulled my eyelids across.‭ ‬When I looked up there were sundry faces from the Dark Ages looking down.‭ ‬When I looked down I saw that my napkin had polymerised a host of tiny versions of myself.

What Is Left When We Are Gone

What Is Left When We Are Gone

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