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May 5, 2014
Neroli Now taking the meat and sludge with me under the horrible rumble, I can feel the flex of my ankle climbing the hill, aware of the skin, meat and bone, of the blood held in such intense combine that it would fly out like a swallow and escape cleanly into the air. I am climbing the slippery leaning into the slope my nose now down low against the ground where I can breathe in the life there and where I learn to know the passage of worms, animals and the smell of new rain leaking out of the ground.