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27.02.2018, 05:00 UTC | |||
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Friend (Part X) by Blas Falconer Your bags were packed and left at the door, the vase you filled with shells, wrapped in tissue, your books boxed. I have the whelk you found on shore, the small conch, intact—the point, the fine grooves— and keep it in a box with a picture of you at the beach: your hair slicked back, head cocked at an angle. Behind you, the green jacket you told me to throw away. Strewn over a chair, its arms dangle above the floor—a hole in the pocket, the elbows thin from years of use. | |||
"The Advent" by BlitzGirl | |||
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