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The Quiet Season
Gallery of Memory
When the work was done and the noise eased, he began to write
“Alright,” she murmurs. “Let’s think in time.”
Fracture and Flow
The Lovers of Frederiksberg
Silence was not an absence but a kind of home
The Museum of Paper Minds
The lantern flare spilled across what she had only half believed
The crow announced itself with the scrape of black on black
The Lovers of Frederiksberg
The Cargo of Shadows

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