Blue Heron

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Going a different direction.
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susansnow
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Not much goes on in this space. Names in cursive in a circle. Graveyard damp sand rubbed between fingers then through hair. Pressed flat against these sheets or curved into a ball of reconsideration. I saw turtles and blue heron. Scores of dead things, reaper birds and an octopus.

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I boasted that I could get three day meat. Admitted I was nasty.

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