emily gropp
The lake’s current because it belongs to the present enters subtly. Its absolute middle takes depth into equation unlike the line. The landscape is not what it used to be. Talking about it is not what it is used for. I floated on the lake for an hour. When I looked from the water to where I’d put my towel the landscape was not what it ever was. The best thing to do in this situation is imagine someone saying I will help you. Even if the person is legions away and would not find you. Relief is a noun on which one may walk. And you told me all along just take one step at a time.
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the window I, pointed to is gone, a little, more like gulps of water, from a glass the port, erased how I’d write it another way, to say this is WORD, WORD WORD WORD WORD until nothing’s, a sensation and all that, repeats is one more, measure, of time
spelunking at last whether the storm’s going on from here you ate sandwiches I made for lunch forever and always you’re writing spear language with whatever you ask me before you get to me I get it you do if I say do I
