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Daria philadelphia farmer. seventy if he was a day. hands the size of dinner plates. was catching a boomslang from his shed for forty minutes. wound on my cheekbone still scabbing. bruises on my wrist still yellow. the bag at my feet breathing in slow pulses through the floor pan. body telling me what the day hospital would have said.

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