Haunting at best.

The Draft All memories ignite, he says, recalling the odor of accelerants and charred friends. Yesterday I walked to the sea and looking into its deep crush sensed something unseen washing out, between tides and a shell-cut foot, sand and the gull’s drift, or the early names I assign to faces. This is not […]

via Recording of “The Draft” — O at the Edges

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