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[witnessandthewhale]

Once in the west I rose to witness the cleverest devastation. It was early but I was late and the quiet into which I crept— nightshifters, gin-veined men, a stare with a burn scar and a rosary— was intimate, inviolate, tribal. I didn’t so much keep it as was kept. A whisper-rupture, feathery detonation, last […]