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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations
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10.25.18

This afternoon I entered my office to find a wren perched on my open laptop. It played dead when I caught it. So light in the few seconds it lay in my cupped palm, a tiny benediction of feather and bone.






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