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Blinding white

The burning night. The fan aimed at the crying ceiling. The river sweeping away the glaciers from our gravesite, and the river itself from our children.

The rising bile. A convenient breakfast makes sleeping difficult. Sticky sheets. And the album cover no one can remember who modeled for.

Memories embedded in new flesh. The instinct of the salmon, writhing itself bloody to the dry headwaters of its birth.