The Fish-Poison Tree

I often get the feeling that I’ve left something behind. Like that pieces of me the size of sand are scattered somewhere. Or the feeling that I’m floating in a different place than the place on earth that my body exists in. Or the feeling that a voice is going to call out from the...

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