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I put something in my mouth that is roughly pill shaped. It’s not a pill, just a small egg someone painted many different colors. A family of birds grows up in my stomach. Their beaks are made of charcoal. They make long sketches of you & pin them to the walls.
— Bob Schofield, “Our Lives Sit Far Apart & Turn Into A Kind Of Wilderness,” published in Medium
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