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Between the broccoli and the curry comes the flash and disappearance. Then the wondering, what’s next? The screams, like a tsunami’s wail just out of sight. The pain, better, when it comes, has bright hard dimensions like a gutted swimming pool. All I have to do is climb this side to that. It’s not like the waiting, which isContinue reading “Reseda”