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In 100, by Chris on November 16, 2018 at 10:54 am

Blue dawn snow with a swath of soft yellow. Above, a spruce with some boughs outlined in gold. Inside here I take a moment to space out. The sound is of refrigerator. Around me are things that are the only things many people accept: flatness of surfaces, shine of polished plastic, yellow electrical light. Now I’m spacing out about object permanence. Things last here, pure and solid, so what can I write? Ah, here’s a flicker of story. Coyote and Pacific Wren have an affair. Coyote gets so hopped up he wants to eat her whole. She somehow shapeshifts away…

  1. That is quite hopped up indeed

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