deserts from U to hiroshima.

    of to to River. And  arm up o skid.   prepared for to to t underneat along ter dore of tcal around his arms and face.

    in fle, to tled out parallel to ter, self a of t of air.

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    and t least been ill t about burning. s?

    it stages of blood and life in ter ed darkness. And  lover or kin.

    I am sick of Europe, Clara.   to come o your small cabin and pink rock in Georgian Bay. I ake a bus up to Parry Sound. And from t to for you, to see tte of you in a canoe coming to rescue me from tered, betraying you. ? ermined?  fooled like us? You t demon for pleasure  bean, t leaf.

    of ter, and he river.

    Caravaggio rand bridge o t villa. tig t of tatue of Demetrius and to tops of trees along o ty arms of the olive.

    eps onto it,  gripping t statue? old ient atues of Demetrius hless.

    Ster and stands up, moves across to close t t moment lig lies like a deep scar alongside tands to ts t.

    Every time tning, rain freezes in t nigo the sky, looks for Caravaggio.

    begins to fall all over o er weighes.

    Ss  of to her hair.

    ts in darkness. In t