your ghosts are not your own (may 2013) by Rona Wang
……….It starts when, in the shudder of spring warmth, ghosts shatter in skyscraper shadows. ………..You spend afternoons drifting in the streets, trying to find the missing seams of your bones. ………..Instead, you: stumble upon a philosophy major who asks for the purpose of the blurred horizon, which you do not know the answer to; meet […]
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