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The Farm-Labor Camp Is Just Down The Road

04/28/2026 14:58h
Not coop so much as aviary. The way everyone thinks the youngest two are twins despite their differences. This memory of a blue dress the tall man called a cool drink of water. A carpet burning the skin right off my back. What I needed to say versus what I was able —the way you can't see an image in sunlight unless it's matte. Could you drink pee if there were nothing else?