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STRIP Hannah Sanghee Park |
Like a frame within a frame the fossil and its own casket in another casket, I never told anyone this story: until its rough corduroy pit, continued open, and an inert spider, sitting How does a thing feel real. The layers hard, soft, an easy sift to the truth
__ Is as it had not been— (Dickinson) I'm interested in double-takes and double natures: when one thing gives (a) way to another thing. On a related note, I wish Kinder eggs were legal here. |