The elm tree grows true and strong. Underneath it is a large bulge of land that resembles a pitcher’s mound on a baseball diamond. The mound is also the top of a man’s head, shiny with sweat, reflecting the rays of the Sun. New life sprouts from the top of the head, just as a brilliant epiphany [...]
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203 Highland sleeps in the belly of a criminal. There are empty, dirty secrets behind the bushes and trees. As I walk up towards the top of the hill, the mists curl around my waist in what seems to be an increasingly wet journey through Liaoning Province. I feel slightly claustrophobic in the clouds and [...] Seven. The surface of this one is tinted grey, like the clouds overhead. There are a couple of small streaks of white in this one. It caught my eye, nubbing out of the sand. I rub my thumb over its ridged edge and fit it in the palm of my hand. There are some grains of sand still clinging [...] |
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